Ya know, sometimes life becomes so routine that the truly bizarre stuff doesn't strike you a weird until you've, say, gotten out of the house for the first time in three weeks. Then you realize that, in truth, your family is, perhaps, a little on the strange side.
So when I read this from Jag, I was, at first relieved that there was someone else around who is following the day-to-day goings on at NASA besides Dirtman. I mean, someone has to, ya know.
Dirtman is addicted to the NASA channel. He even watches when all they are showing is, like, two people milling around the mission control room. He even watches reruns of two people milling around the mission control room. Then he feels obligated to tell me about it.
But Jag's post reminded me very specifically of this one exchange in the middle of the night when I woke at two o'clock in the morning and Dirtman has not yet come to bed. I found him in the Man Cave and on the TV screen was a shot of (once again) the mission control room where a guy was staring at a screen and another guy was shuffling paper off to the side.
Me: You can't function on this little sleep. You need to come to bed.
Dirtman (whispering): The astronauts are sleeping.