November 16. Artemis launch at just before two. We are both so nerdy that we can’t avoid being gripped. We fly to the moon to do science. An explanation that doesn’t even reach half a sentence far. We don’t even know why we’re going to the moon.

This time J took her electric, self-propelled wheelchair with her. For the first time in years, she is no longer dependent on airport workers to push her around and treat her like a thing. She has a joystick and can go wherever she wants. She weeps with happiness.