So, I'm really bad at spring. It is the low point of every year, when I am depressed and disgusted with myself personally and humanity in general. Whatever I'm writing in the spring is awful, irredeemably bad, unreadable. I don't know if it's the sunlight, daylight savings time, or the point in the fiscal year, or what. It's sure as hell not the weather. Spring is Florida's best season.

In better news: SpaceX had a very good past couple of months, with its CRS-10 Mission off to a great start from historic Launch Complex 39A. When it's not too cloudy, I can watch launches from the backyard. I'm so happy that innovations are taking flight from the space center again, and I adore the streaming coverage. It's all well and good to see bright lights in the sky, but they put cameras on rockets.

Also, Barbary Station is officially available for pre-order on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and other fine retailers, even though they think it's coming out in October, which is news to me. I'm still expecting December. It's a mystery!

R. E. Stearns