It's a little too late ...

It's a little too late to do the right thing now.  One of my favorite lines in a country western song which seems to apply to a sleepless night.

And no, I'm not at a bar wearing beer goggles and thinking I've made a serious judgement error.  Instead, I'm tucked away in my t@b trailer, wishing I was sleeping instead of typing away in a dark room, adding to an endless list of details.

Friday is the big day, the big conference.  Innovation Day Bend: Aerial Robotics.  Three hundred people arriving at a private school outside of Bend to discuss small things that fly.   A pack of business leaders, followed by a mob of students and then another group of anybody who posses a little bit of curiosity.   The event includes thirty people coming from outside the region, ranging from an Atlanta-based high school, to the FAA,  to a few CEOs and investors who live, breath and sleep this technology. Not to mention a load of nerds.

And speaking of sleep, how can I convince my spinning brain that sleeping would be a much better activity than worrying about name tags, running out of food, or creating a major power outage or internet crisis when this mob lands at this small private school.

I'm deeply proud of this event... Of tracking down Latino kids from Madras, veterans from across Central Oregon, and 100 kids, parents and teachers who were off celebrating the summer ... All coming to attend our event.

So while it might be a little too late, 1:59 to be exact, I'm hoping I've done the right thing.  The right thing with all those tiny details that make up an event.

"Vamos a ver," (we will see) I say in Spanish as I think about the Latino kids pulling up to the event on Friday from Madras.