Shhhh.....

Hmmm...

It is quiet here. Very quiet. I do not recall Winfly being this quiet. Building 155, the formerly rocking dorm where I am temporarily housed, is a ghost town. I think I hear crickets...

Winfly is progressing. We got here late, and I think everyone is swamped with work. Maybe we're all just dog-tired at the end of the day. Who knows?

For those of you who like to follow the science, there are three groups of note down here right now. There's a group who studies seals, a group using a laser to take measurements of what's in the sky above us, and a group using balloons to measure all sorts of data about ozone and other things going on in the air around us. Yes, it's a lot more technical than this. But that's the best explanation you'll get from me tonight.

It's lovely to be here when it's dark. It's lovely to see the dramatic sunlight behind the mountains. It's lovely to be in Antarctica again. I like it here. My new job gives me fewer body aches, but more brain aches. My new roommate is a lovely friend named Quinn.

So now, to bed, although I'm not tired. It seems like something should happen soon. We'll find out soon what it will be...