My husband is a quirky neat man.

It's 1 AM and he's gone to the 24 hour Walmart to buy a telescope so we can watch Mars because we don't figure we'll even be a memory in cosmic dust when it next comes this close to us again.

I worry vaguely about the astrological consequences of having the red planet -- the planet of confrontation and conflagration so close to us.

I'm dressing in sweats and blankets to watch the last of the Perseids, too. We have seen a half dozen tonight.

Russell's birthday bash is tomorrow, but once every 60000 years is important, too. *shrug*

Sleep is for undergrads.