You’ll never guess what I’m doing.

I’m guarding a spaceship.

I am, right now, sitting in the Crystal Ballroom at the InterContinental Hotel in Dallas, typing away on my buddy Bill’s computer (I brought my little writing machine but, alas, forgot the power cord) 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.