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Plus as a bonus round, between writing time and Lizzy time, I threw in a quick trip to Powell's Books. I wanted to pick up a birthday gift for
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I left Lizzy's place late yesterday afternoon feeling pretty tired. I just wanted to go home and go to bed early. (This happens sometimes after I've overslept significantly the night before.) I'd done everything I'd planned that day,
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So I ate, shopped for groceries, then went home and brooded in my easy chair for a while about how tired I was. I then rattled up
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We were there perhaps an hour. Clouds were moving in and out from the east, which was annoying, as that horizon had been clear at sunset. The sky stayed mostly clear, with stars down to fourth or fifth magnitude easily visible, and perhaps a bit beyond that at a squint, so there must have been some haze at altitude. Still, we saw a ton of satellites, including one Iridium flare.
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Finally, my case of the tireds overtook me. We were there too early for the Lyrids' peak, but we saw cool stuff. Well worth the extra couple of hours of awake time. And hey, who doesn't like mysterious lights seen in the sky, flashing?