Is the kitty OK?
- Attempted stargazing last night didn’t really work because the cloud forecast was wrong (i.e. there were clouds), but on the bright side (well, not really, haha I’m so funny) we checked out two different dark sky sites and one of them will be ideal for a pretty panoramic view in future.
- Last night we were at a place called Blubberhouses. Not a good dark sky spot, alas, but the name is hilarious to me.
- My wife can never remember how the Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries work out, which means even though I think this is the third or fourth time we’re listening to the Clouds of Witness radioplay, she’s puzzled. It helps make it new again for me, even though it must be my 7th or 8th listen (and umpteenth read).
- Now my wife is out of quarantine, I can say “doodoodoo?” plaintively* and receive a topup of my Pepsi instead of having to get it my darn self.
* It’s a long story. We’ve been together 14 years, we have a lot of those long stories. Basically, at one point I used to hum a couple of bars of the Hymn of the Fayth when I wanted a drink, I forget why. It degenerated to one bar and then to “doo-doo-doo-doo” in the right rhythm… and now it’s just a flat “doodoodoo”.