It’s the winter solstice. Up here at the 52nd parallel, that means it was dark by 3:50. I couldn’t hack it in Alaska.

I deliberately roused myself at 5 am to get outside for a glimpse of the eclipse (this after hitting the sack at 2), but there was cloud cover, and snow like little styrofoam pellets sifting down. I waited a while to see if it would clear, but a strange ruddy blush came over the sky, and that was all. I went back to bed at 6. Loved ones in PA and CT and TX will have pictures for me sometime.

Hopefully the return of the light will get a fire under my butt. Although, if the usual motivation can’t get me going, nothing will:


BBC eclipse pictures here.