Note: Please be advised that CIM wrote this all by herself. RIM is already telling me that I will regret it in the morning.
Tonight I read that the "representative habitation module" for the space station needs to be "to scale (metric)." I told David, "I have no idea what that means."
But here's my life by the numbers, metric and otherwise:
In the last 3 weeks
I've been to Home Depot at least 10 times,
and Target only once.
Which is just plain weird.
(Today I thought, "I'll just walk around Home Depot and see if there is anything that might be helpful." Which is also just plain weird. Weirder still, I found what I was looking for. So there.)
I have 1
30-40 minute talk to give tomorrow night
and 0 idea of what to say.
I do know that Caleb's space station designed for 100 people
is 5,090 meters squared
and will need about 2 billion liters of air
and 8,030 kilograms of potatoes,
but still 0 idea of what information might be useful to a roomful of faithful women.
(Those last two lines just took the wind out of my sails. I've lost my belligerence. When I started this post I had a good head of steam going. But now I'm just feeling small and scared.)
But I'm going to rally. Here goes:
The good news is that the 83 cm-in-diameter space station
is actually now rotating at 2 rpms all by itself,
and I have 36 hours before I have to think about it again.
And also (in regards to the talk and not the space station),
that the Lord has never, not once,
left me alone.