Aaaaand scrub.

This sucks.

Back to work tomorrow, having gotten maybe a total of 12 hours sleep in the past six days, to start replanning for a launch No Earlier Than July 11.

One of my coworkers, who just stayed this whole week instead of flying back and forth: "Gin, you should really try to come again in July."
Me: "Only if I start pooping fifties in between now and then."

I am disappointed and sad, and not at all looking forward to the task at hand, but glad that the NASA program did the right thing - better to be late and safe and successful.

Off to spend another afternoon in various airports - though this time I only have a 1-hour layover in Atlanta, as compared to the 3 1/2 hours I spent there on Tuesday.

Peace out, homies.