You may laugh at me or with me about this.
Nowadays, whenever I'm outside (especially during spring and summer), I instinctively evaluate whether the weather is suitable for rocket launching. The stupid part is that it has nothing to do with whether I actually plan to launch a rocket that day, or the next, or within the next month.
It could be the most beautiful day in the world, but if it's a bit breezy I'll get stressed and almost angry that the wind is threatening to ruin a perfectly good launch day. And I'll think "Gee, I hope that this doesn't mean it's going to be windy at my next launch three weeks from now."
If it's still and perfect, I'll get annoyed that I'm *not* launching that day.
The two times when I seem to be able to be happy about the weather are when (a) I'm actually at a launch, and the weather is good, or (b) it's the day of a launch that I couldn't get to, and the weather is bad. Then I feel tremendous relief that I didn't miss a nice day at the field.
Frankly, it's ridiculous, but I can't seem to help it.
Possibly it stems from the fact that I get to so few launches these days that I'm absolutely paranoid about having bad weather on the days I actually manage to clear my schedule to go. Dunno.
Anyone else suffer from this?
Nowadays, whenever I'm outside (especially during spring and summer), I instinctively evaluate whether the weather is suitable for rocket launching. The stupid part is that it has nothing to do with whether I actually plan to launch a rocket that day, or the next, or within the next month.
It could be the most beautiful day in the world, but if it's a bit breezy I'll get stressed and almost angry that the wind is threatening to ruin a perfectly good launch day. And I'll think "Gee, I hope that this doesn't mean it's going to be windy at my next launch three weeks from now."
If it's still and perfect, I'll get annoyed that I'm *not* launching that day.
The two times when I seem to be able to be happy about the weather are when (a) I'm actually at a launch, and the weather is good, or (b) it's the day of a launch that I couldn't get to, and the weather is bad. Then I feel tremendous relief that I didn't miss a nice day at the field.
Frankly, it's ridiculous, but I can't seem to help it.
Possibly it stems from the fact that I get to so few launches these days that I'm absolutely paranoid about having bad weather on the days I actually manage to clear my schedule to go. Dunno.
Anyone else suffer from this?