Starry night

There is a lunar eclipse going on right outside our door, but the apartment building is facing away from the moon. The United States Navy is shooting down a spy satellite too, although I think that will be impossible to see from any vantage point in Nashville. It is cold out, as I learned after sitting here for a few minutes waiting on my feet to thaw from the excursion on to our balcony.

The presidential primaries have become the “must-see-tv” event in our household, with good news night after night. Well, the topic is good, but I have lost most of my faith in television journalism when the moniker “analyst” is attached to any carbon-based life-form capable of causing a measurable reading on a sound board.

I have far too much on my mind.

February is already racing toward its conclusion with a supposed spring around the corner. If the past is any indication, there is still one day of two inches of snow after the flowers bloom before that happens. I cannot fault the weather for not being up to going with Samantha to exercise in the afternoons, but I can probably blame the clock that reads two minutes after 11 p.m.


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