Stress

I am clearly under way too much stress. So is Gretchen, for mostly different reasons.

Sadly, most of my remaining options appear to be labeled "Nuclear weapon. Are you sure you want to use this?". So I sit and wait, which creates more stress.

One way or another, this will end soon.

ETA: Thanks to all for the good wishes. I believe that, happily, nothing about this is going to ruin my life. I am just exceedingly frustrated, because I do not sit and wait very well and I am woefully tired of all this. I just wanted to clarify this, so that you understand that the assorted Ropers are not in imminent physical or financial jeopardy, which is -- all by itself! -- a very good thing.

A Shortfall of Gravitas

Apparently, the latest of SpaceX's floating drone ships where the first stage lands (assuming all goes well) is named "A Shortfall of Gravitas". I have the feeling that this particular name was extracted from some screed by some snarky commentator complaining about how SpaceX's naming conventions have a shortfall of gravitas. My Internet searches have yet to turn up the source though.

I rather approve of these naming conventions. :)