Ahhhhh---work done for the week! It's been a haul, with no time for writing--not even little poems for my blog dates--and almost no time for reading. Which is a real trial to my soul.
But I have all day tomorrow to work on costumes for the Now Expected Party. It's three weeks away from tonight.
I'm all diary-ish tonight because of the aforementioned busy-ness. Oh well, that's the way it goes sometimes. Many times.
On the celestial front, there could be hundreds of comets right overhead and it still wouldn't matter because it has been partly to fully cloudy every night since I first heard about Comet Lovejoy. There's just something about comets.... In 1996 and 1997 we had Comets Hyakutaki and Hale-Bop. They happened to be brightest and most accessible in the sky during warmer weather, so we sat out on the deck and drank good California wine in the dark, gazing over the western hills at long-haired stars. I haven't seen a single comet since.
Maybe the weather will cooperate soon and my binoculars will not fog and there I will see it: the green comet with the charming name.
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