Every time Drew closed his eyes, he kept seeing the lunar horizon stretching out before him. Maybe it was just because he didn’t feel so hemmed in when he was flying.
Even back at Slayton Field, the restrictions were getting tighter as the close calls kept accumulating. At first they just hadn’t been allowed to go into the main part of Grissom City, but they were allowed to mix freely with the support staff. Now they were under orders to remain in their quarters when they weren’t actively working on something that took them to a particular place.
And it’s interesting how many people suddenly get a whole lot more interested in simulator time. Half the pilots wouldn’t put in any more than the essential time, and now we’re all practically fighting for our turns on those machines.
Here, it would be much harder to argue for simulator time, or pretty much anything that would get him out of this tiny BOQ cubicle. Sure, they’d set up a place for visitations, but the kids had been more frustrated than happy at seeing Daddy through a thick plate of moonglass, so he and Brenda had agreed that it would be just as well to just visit via FaceTime on their tablets, which they could do no matter where he was.
Which meant there was nothing to do but wait until Brenda called. And in the meantime, he had documentation he really needed to be looking over. Even amidst a pandemic and a solar storm watch, he needed to keep up with his secondary astronaut specialty.