I forgot to mention yesterday that in the midst of all the noise the night before I had a thought cross my mind as I was drifting in and out of sleep that helped me with a project I am working on in my garage. So there is an upside, or whatever.
I intentionally did not watch #45 the other night. His ego is fed by our obsession with him and I refused to feed into his ratings bid.
Also, I like words too much to see him butcher the fuck out of so many.
Last night a friend of mine in California posted on FB Pagrovia! Go look at the moon!
I went outside last night with my binoculars to look at the moon. Binoculars make amazing telescopes. People need to know that.
Anyway, she was beautiful.
I grew up in the aftermath of the moon landing. Pluto's planetary status was never in question. We knew about the Milky Way and Andromeda.
Holy shitballs, the Universe has gotten so much bigger. Hell, there may even be more than just the one.
I like that.
I am a part of that. So are you.
Isn't that fucking amazing?