Wendy told me she thinks i am having man-tractions. If so, they are 4.2 gallons - one hour apart. We are down to the last 50 gallons. Full moon and both the reactor and my wife are in deep dives. Then surface. Then plunge.
I'm exhausted and this kid hasn't even arrived yet. I left the house at 3AM and as soon as I arrived the reactor went blitz. We have taken it apart and put it back together. Trying to get it running again. This is great training for fatherhood. I'm having my own burning man. lighting shit on fire on the endge of an airstrip, living out of tents, driving equipment, using bikes to get to and from the hanger
.I left the hangar for a few hours to get some pics of Wendy and me to celebrate how beautiful she is. This is our wedding site (see pic from 3 years ago) and a rather haunting photo of Arabie inside her many months ago (who looks likes she may have gotten a hit off of some of the awesome fumes of the reactor)
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