Day #413 of COVID19 Journal
Thursday, 06 May 2021
So in case you’ve been wondering when the next global disaster is going to strike, guess what? Apparently there’s a 21-ton rocket from China’s Tianhe space station launch that’s been spinning around in an uncontrolled orbit since April 29th, and experts can’t say where it’s going to land, but it’s estimated that it will be in the next couple of days. It might burn up on re-entry, but it’s 100 feet long and 16 feet wide (and did I mention it’s 21-tons?) so there’s a pretty decent chance that some large pieces could survive the skid across the atmosphere and then crash into the planet. The rocket body’s path around Earth takes it a little farther north than New York, Madrid and Beijing and as far south as southern Chile and Wellington, New Zealand. It could crash anywhere within this range. It’s currently orbiting at 17,324 miles per hour, and it goes around us once every 90 minutes.
It kind of makes my daily job hunt feel very inconsequential. I mean, the chances that my neighborhood in LA will be leveled by chunks of a Chinese rocket falling from space are nearly nil, but it could happen.
Meanwhile, I applied to multiple jobs and dealt with little annoyances around our apartment. Armed with a hot glue gun, screwdrivers, a step-stool, isopropyl alcohol and double-sided nano-tape, I spent a large portion of today fixing things, cleaning things, replacing the AC filter and building new bird toys out of salvaged parts of toys that Kiki and Houdini have destroyed. I unearthed a Bluetooth, vintage-look purple telephone handset that I got as a gag gift years ago, and after fixing a split in the seam of the body, I charged it up and discovered it still works perfectly. Much easier than trying to cradle a slippery iPhone on my shoulder while typing, and far more comfortable than having earbuds crammed in my ears all day. I’m curious to see how long the battery lasts.
It’s nearly time for dinner. Everybody keep your eyes to the skies and if you see something that looks like a burning bus coming at you, well… sorry.
(Possible reentry locations lie anywhere along the blue and yellow lines.)