I know I haven’t blogged much lately – my excuse is that I’ve been really amazingly tired. I don’t know if it’s the motion of the ship, or the seasickness medication, or going off the seasickness medication, or some kind of moral flaw, but I just want to sleep allll the tiiiiime. Unfortunately, this is inconsistent with doing anything but working. Fortunately, Chris is patient and will let me go to sleep with my head on the table for 20 minutes while he sorts through the pictures of the day. Although he is not above taking a picture of me while I’m passed out.

Tonight I was watching some scientists take water from the CTD (this sentence explained here) and I said something about how I couldn’t actually explain some concept to them, but wait til I write it down, ’cause when I write, I’m on fire. Then a little while later I was yawning extravagantly while they worked, which I’m doing a lot of these days. And distinguished oceanographer Ned Cokelet said, “That’s the sound of Helen on fire. It may sound like a yawn, but to her, it’s a primal scream.”

Well, it made me laugh.