Starin' at the Sun

On the night of 02 April, I snapped this random picture of the pesto chicken that Kitten prepared for dinner—which I will present here with no further commentary...

'Kay then; movin' on!

Two nights later we splurged for Qdoba—which would not be significant in and of itself, except for this cloudscape that made it feel like we'd driven out to a Qdoba at the foothills of the Rockies...

On our way home, we encountered someone who thought they were in a Grand Theft Auto simulation and would earn points for mowing down a traffic cone...

In the guy's defense though, it's not like it's exactly hard to clip a traffic cone 'round these parts: This is Pennsylvania, after all; and the traffic cone is our state flower. You can't swing a dead cat without taking out a dozen or two of them...

As you can, the Rt. 1 construction that commenced back in 1864... still pends :/

Meanwhile, I'd been hearing rumors of an upcoming eclipse. Here's the sky on 05 April—when the number of eclipses underway was zero...

The renovation guys have been completely gutting and remodeling the apartment downstairs—since the neighbors apparently trashed it during their time here—so I thought nothing of it a few hours later when the floor and the walls started vibrating as though someone down there was using one hell of a sander or something...

Then my mom texted me a few minutes later to ask, "Did you guys just have an earthquake over there?"

And indeed, it turned out that New Jersey had exported an earthquake to us—just like they send us their bad drivers and all their other garbage.

But fortunately, our apartment building is already falling apart anyway; so we're hardly any worse for wear ;)

On Saturday the 6^th, Kitten and I headed out to PetSmart to stock up on cat food because we were running dangerously low and there's apparently been some sort of Purina shortage that's preventing Amazon and Chewy from having our preferred brand in stock at a reasonable price.

But the PetSmart up the road had six bags remaining; so we raced over and grabbed 33.333333% percent of them!

Some stupid lady in a stupid Acura cut us off on the way home—which I know is just part of the terms of use in driving an Acura; but I snapped a pic to give her her five minutes of infamy anyway. <shrug>

Taylor is still up in Connecticut visiting her girlfriend over spring break; and, despite her plan to take an overnight train and arrive in Trenton Sunday morning, Amtrak unilaterally cancelled her ticket due to damage to the railroad tracks as a result of the earthquake.

So, she had to purchase a replacement ticket... and the earliest one she could get (at least according to her) was for the 17^th—another week and a half away, despite school starting up again on Monday.

At the dinner table that evening, Athennia confessed to Riley and me that she suspected Taylor might just be laying groundwork to stay in Connecticut indefinitely.

Time will tell.

The next day, there was another non-eclipse; and I got a picture of it...

Look at all that visible blue sky!

And finally the big day arrived.

I kept an eye out the bedroom window next to my desk until the appointed hour; and, when it looked like a tornado was about to form, I figured that was as good a time as any to head outside...

...And it was an eclipse, all right! We could barely see anything through all those clouds...

Things on the ground weren't all that spectacular either: It looked like there'd been an arson investigation recently...

And some of the neighborhood assclowns were leaving their trucks here to rot, and living in a morning-piss-yellow-colored house while they collected loud cars...

But the worst part was this thug hanging out on the guard rail!

Look at that @#$%^&* miscreant just loitering there like she has nothing better to do. I thought perhaps I would join her and find out once and for all what the big appeal is about hanging out on the guard rail...

Then the eclipse happened...

And, let me tell ya, man: we were planning to see stuff!

Exhibit A: Clouds!

Exhibit B: Clouds!

Exhibit C: More clouds!

Hey, Thug-Wife, are you gettin' all this too?

Between the two of us, we probably got a hundred pictures or more of a cloudy sky. It was definitely time well spent.

I, for one, will never forget remember the great solar eclipse of 2024.

Considerably more interesting than the eclipse was the incident at the dinner table that evening, when I realized that the molerat had for some reason extracted all her peas from their pods and lined them up at the edge of her plate—all while eating virtually nothing but the chicken.

To me this is, like... L'il Dahmer level stuff.

What do you have to say for yourself, you psychopath?

Apparently nothing.