...and dance by the light of the moon.
In an unprecedented move, I've called in sick for the second time in a week and a half. (If I were eligible for paid sick leave, I would say my employer owes me big time...but since I'm not, well, whatever. It's a little embarrassing, though, since a new secretary joined us last week and I'm thinking that she'll think I'm a professional malingerer who takes off one day out of every 5. Time will tell...things being what they are, I may not take a day off for another year.)

I know cold air can't make you sick. But I don't want to tell anyone that I've been shivering since standing in the driveway last night to watch the lunar eclipse. I certainly don't want to confess that I was so caught up in the moment that I had wandered out in flip-flops and no coat. 2010 is the next full eclipse...so I should have acquired the maturity to bundle up by that time.

Martha may not be in a rush to return home from work since I told her we would be recreating the eclipse when I'm feeling better. I meant with our solar system model, not by dancing around the living room. Though that could be fun!

No one remembers the time we went to the beach to watch a lunar eclipse. I don't remember the year, but someone was a baby because we had that lovely trek across the sand with a stroller. I thought it was quite a night...the whole neighborhood was there. If I had known that the girls wouldn't remember, would I have done it? I guess. I have my memories. And the Fisher-Price telescope clogged with sand.