You’ll never guess what I’m doing.
I’m guarding a spaceship.
I just flew back from my wonderful trip up to see my love, and didn’t even make it home. My kids picked me up at the airport and dropped me off at the International Space Development Conference, where Twiddle38 needed me to spend the night guarding a spaceship. So here I am, right now, sitting in the Crystal Ballroom at the InterContinental Hotel in Dallas, typing away on his computer (I brought my little writing machine but, alas, forgot the power cord in my luggage, which went home with my kids) and guarding the “Pixel,” a prototype lunar lander developed by Armadillo Aerospace. Apparently its in the contract that there must be someone in the room with the spaceship at all times.
It didn’t say that the person had to be awake, however, and so the hotel thoughtfully has rolled in a bed for me to sleep in.
It’s going to be very weird, sleeping next to a spaceship in the middle of the Crystal Ballroom.
EDIT: It’s now 2:17am and I’m still not asleep … I’ve spent all this time catching up on my Xanga friends. It’s all quiet and spooky here, now. Just me and the spaceship.