Last night at around 2:30, Pica needed to go out. (She'd had a lot of cheese during her bath.) So I let her out. Then, when she wouldn't come back in I went out to get her. After a few futile attempts to coax her to me, I saw in the northern sky, over my garage, this big bright thing streaking through the sky. It was big and colorful and light and it took a few long seconds to cross the horizon from west to east. It was silent. I had no idea what it was and got kind of scared that maybe the bombs were dropping. I went back inside and woke Chris up. I thought more realistically than being a bomb it might have been a flair from a ship on the Columbia. We looked it up on the internet, but didn't find anything about war breaking out. Then as I went to sleep I started worrying that if it was a flair from the Columbia, maybe I should have called someone about it. Then I fell asleep. Then! This morning, the press started covering it. Turns out it was a rock the size of "a computer moniter" which I think is a funny way to describe a size.
Anyway, I'm glad Pica woke me up last night. It really was pretty neat to look at. She was completely oblivious, by the way.
Wow, how wonderful! A burning computer monitor hurtling through the atmosphere ...
It must be a sign. But of what?