November 18, 2001

Floating in the hottub at 2am on a Sunday morning is fun. It becomes extraordinary fun when you can enjoy the lightshow of the century at the same time. During the 45 minutes I simmered in the hot water, I counted 53 shooting stars. And that despite a milky fog layer, the obtrusive bright lights of Bay Area surburbia, and the fact that I was only able to see a small fraction of the night sky from my tub.
Brilliance, length of the tail, and time travelled across the sky varied greatly, but I remember at least three meteorites that were simply spectacular. Media coverage though is surprisingly scarce this morning - AP is about the only one I've found to have something.
Discounting a slightly stiff neck and fingertips resembling dried old raisins, it was well worth staying up late. I'll try as hell to be there at the next show in 2099...