I dragged Husband out into the garden. 'We have to look for shooting stars.'
'Where?'
'In the sky, duh.'
'I meant ... oh, never mind.'
We didn't stay out long. I retain this sneaky suspicion that it's all a plot by alien life forms and that if I see a meteor storm I'll be blinded and eaten by triffids.
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I saw one. But they come out so late--way after midnight. I saw one before midnight. I went out after midnight and there were clouds. There were probably hundreds of meteors, but you couldn't see them.
Another night when I'm not just over jet lag.
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