Telecommuting Teleconference

Dark gray skies. Dark green grass. A barrel full of water at the side of the house. Summer is finally gone for good. The soft ground is soaking up the rain, and there seems to be more on the way.

I watch all this from behind my keyboard, looking out my window, while a teleconference goes on in my ear. I listen intently but see none of them, watching instead the lobeless green leaves of the Monterey Oak hanging still in the quiet of this fall day.

We move one step closer to a distributed spacecraft simulation.

The tree sinks its roots deeper into the ground.

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