The funny thing about having a hot tub is that you spend a whole lot of time staring at the sky. Star gazing always relaxes me and gives me a sense of perspective. The infinity of space will do that I suppose.
Around once a month, I see a shooting star. I suppose they're not nearly as unusual as I thought if I see them that frequently. A couple of weeks ago I saw one that made a very long streak, and must have lasted a good two seconds before burning out. It's fascinating to me that the tiniest spec of space crap can do that.
I saw another one tonight, and again Diana misses out. She's never seen one at all. Ever. She got home from tennis and rightfully, on a school night, went to bed.
I suppose I need to find out when there will be a bona fide meteor shower again. I didn't even know about that last one, and as it turns out, it was mostly in the northern sky, which is not visible from the hot tub.