Been away so long I hardly knew the place

I refilled the water tank, and the plumbing still works. Sigh of relief. Even though there was no reason for it to go wrong while I was gone, I don't take anything for granted.

I'm only thi-i-i-i-is far away from getting storage and cushions dealt with once and for all. The main holdup: that disgusting hull liner. I simply cannot bring myself to make perfectly new foam, or any of my personal belongings, snuggle up to that toxic plaque dressed in rotting fabric.

I'm going to ask some friends if I can doss on a spare bunk nearby for about a week, while I buzz the hull-liner off bit by bit (in a full space-suit, I assure you.) Once that vile shit is gone, I can pack things into place and, later, put the new insulation and liner in bit by bit.

Boy, that is really something to look forward to. It will be SUCH a relief to get all the hateful crap off my walls and throw away these rank and fetid cushions.

That alone might be worth cracking the last bottle of champagne for. Maybe I'll wait until the new cushions are in; then we'll all have somewhere comfortable to sit.