Usually between 10:00 and 11:00 p.m., I'm tucked in bed, drifting off into dreamland.
This is where I was last night.
Jumping into the pool.
It was still 94 degrees at 10:00 and I think the water was 93 degrees. I'd know for sure if my favorite granddaughter hadn't tried pitching the thermometer into the pool and instead, crashing it into the fence.
I didn't make it to the gym today, so I compensated by swimming 20 laps.
Maybe it was 10.
I strategically situated my lounge chair for the best view of the meteor showers. And there I lay, looking at the vast sky filled with stars.
This is one of the things I love about the country. Though I can't name them all, I can pick out several of the constellations. The Big Dipper seemed especially BIG last night. But alas, it was in the western sky and the meteors were to the northeast.
I must have laid there for 30 minutes before I saw a flash of light. Whoa! Oh. Airplane. Never mind.
Almost straight up 11:00, exactly when Julie Chin predicted (how DO they know these things?), there it was. The first meteor. Wow! Amazing. Then, in a few minutes....another. A total of four, before my eyelids were too heavy to wait it out any longer. Spectacular show. Thank you, God!