Last night, Diane coaxed me into going outside, on a cloudless, calm, quiet, 40 degree night to stare into the heavens just to catch a glimpse of the International Space Station as it sped across the pitch black sky.
Kacey (the world's best Golden Retriever), and I were reluctant participants in this activity, but at about 9:47 pm, without any feeling in my extremities, I pointed my numb index finger toward the northwest to point out the bright orange light as it streaked across the night sky. Yes, I was excited as Kacey just rolled his eyes.
