Well, I didn't want to give up, so I waited until the moon was lower and went out again - this time, for the length of a Jaegermeister. Trouble is, I turned off all the lights in the house, and then tripped over a chair as I was going outside, spilling good Jaegermeister all over.

So, I got outside and sat in a chair and sipped my Jaegermeister, think of my wife who is hiking at Yosemite and doesn't have neighbors' yard lights to contend with. I tried really hard not to think of the mountain lions and bears and rattlesnakes that were out there watching for the Perseids with me. But the harder I tried, the more sure I was that I was surrounded by mountain lions and bears and rattlesnakes. Gee, and Liz thinks she has trouble with her neighbor Micca the Rainbringer....

So, anyhow, I didn't see a single shooting star.

And I got the impression that nobody saw a shooting star last night and that the whole thing was a fizzle.

-Joe-