Samhain Waxing Moon of the Winter Solstice
Kate woke me up, wiggling my ankle. There’s no dog food. Oh. I’m not at my best just after I get up, but in this case I had to throw on some clothes and step outside, to the back of the truck and hoist a bag of dog food, 40#, carry it back inside, slit it open and pour the next week and a half’s worth of food for Vega and Rigel into the bin. It was a sharp surprise, the difference between the bed and the outdoors. It was -12 out there. Geez.
The headline on the sports page this morning was great: Roof Da! I’ve not seen anyone take up my many worlds hypothesis as an explanation, but it might be that the cosmologists and theoretical physicists haven’t seen my facebook post yet.
These are the times that try men’s snowblowers (Women’s, too, for that matter.)
OK. Here’s a headline I never expected to see:
Ukraine to open Chernobyl area to tourists in 2011
This takes adventure tourism to a new place. You’ll glow. You’ll shine. You’ll see your inner self.