Because my parents have spent a career designing piping systems for nuclear power plants and because Jeremy works in energy policy and because I have worked as an actual engineer that has stood in front of a machine that refuses to work even though you’ve tried everything you can think of (including kicking it), it is with heightened anxiety that I hear that the situation at the Fukushima Daiichi Nuclear Power Station is getting worse. I know that lots of people have lost their lives and lots of people have no food or water and that it’s freezing, but somehow I dwell on those handful of nuclear engineers and technicians who are without doubt operating on sheer panic to try and control the rapidly out-of-control situation.
On a lighter note, here’s Edda trotting. I tried to remind Jeremy to find out the name of the horse, but of course, he forgot.
					























