How helpful of Google to remind us of that meteor shower. Everyone gonna jump out of bed predawn tomorrow to look for it? I know someone who probably will. ☺ One year, I distinctly remember doing this. It was cold that early in the morning and I went out behind my former garage, which in those days was a falling down shed like structure. I stood looking at the southeastern sky and soon was rewarded for rising that early. (This time it will be the northeastern sky.) John tells me that same year he got up early and took off for the highest point of land where he had a wonderful view. This time, we could watch together, but somehow I'm thinking our collective old bones would prefer to remain abed.
Goodness! One might think that a small room (the former guest room) would be a breeze to clean. It isn't. This is going to be a project that will take me another week at least. (I promise NOT to talk about it every day.) My problem is attention deficit disorder or something. I can not pick up anything without thinking about it and remembering who gave it or where I got it. Often, I don't know what to do with it...at all...so it continues on its orbit around the room getting set down a few feet from where it started. Years last a long time in my sewing room.
Then I myself am in some sort of a whacked orbit. I start out with good intentions of working my way around the room until everything is in its place, but bounce over to an opposite corner and get stuck there. Okay. The metaphor of orbit is not going to work here. I'm a pinball. That's it!