Is that a rare rock (on your pillow)?
Probably there is a list of things that go bang in the night. The dog, stumbling around. A peal of thunder. A rock coming through the ceiling and landing on your pillow. The last one is a real event; happened in BC earlier this week. We have photos, thanks to the media.
And, against all odds, the rock had nothing to do with an incident at a construction site (that also happens, I’ve learned). This time around, we’re talking about a genuine UFO. Unexpected flying object. From outer space. As in, debris from a meteorite. I wonder what the rock is worth?
The border with the US is about to open. Sigh. You see, our good neighbours want to do away with those pesky virus tests. I guess wishing and hoping is all we really need. Please, friends in high places: keep on testing. Just saying that things are wonderful isn’t going to be enough.
Now that “Captain Kirk” has safely returned from a place that few ever go, others are pointing out that what he did (flying into space for several minutes just because he could, and because he wanted to look out the window) ranks right up there with silly stuff. I don’t want to guess at the price of a rocket ticket, but the media should have just let him go. “Nothing to see here, folks”. And if I was offered the same opportunity, I’d have to check the calendar on my fridge for other, more pressing engagements. Things like “putting out my recycling bags”. Remember, the only science here is a test of gullibility (on the rest of us).
The big database just passed the 109K mark.
