Jupiter Three

People stink. Terrestrial, Martian – it’s just a fact of life. Put 500 of us in a tin can, push us into space and institute an exercise regime, you’ve got odor issues.

Now add to that the preference for exercising in the higher gravity sections of the ship (i.e. the outermost sections, i.e. OUR level), and to THAT add a broken recycler, and you’ve got a crisis.

I understand that the early Martian colony had similiar issues (Martian Sociology 101 – hety I paid attention sometimes!). Before there was an ‘outside’, everyone huddled, and huddling humans smell.

Might be a good time to eat in your quarters. Just sayin’

The gym was crowded today as a results of the general order yesterday. Those of us who work out regularly had to make room for those that don’t, which normally would be fine, except everyone wanted the same time slots. some of the others in our little band took umbrage, believing that we should not have to be bumped from our ‘regular’ time slot.

Ahh, it’s the little things, isn’t it.

I am thinking of taking a tour of the hydroponics farm this week; you know, find out where the goodies are coming from. The new pears were very popular, and I wouldn’t mind giving Lisa a heads up on what else is in the pipe, maybe get a jump on some of the other dining facilities.