Every week we have going away lunches, often for several people.
Offices stand empty, or are used for storage, fewer and fewer faces appear at meetings.
I have this weird feeling that, six months from now, one of the flight software guys and I will be the only ones left and will be alternating signatures on all the required paperwork. This feels empty and alone, hollow. And yet the work goes on. I'm learning new jobs, filling in for folks who have left, or are moving into spaces left by others. It's kind of strange, at this point in the mission, to be doing new things, having to repeatedly consult notes.