Here's something absolutely wonderful that I learned today: the Chesapeake Bay was actually created by a bolide meteor strike and the subsequent crater a bunch of millions of years ago! Apparently it caused a tsunami so large and deep that it touched the Blue Ridge mountains. As a result as the meteor, a bunch of molten sand got blasted up into the atmosphere where it turned to glass as it cooled and fell to earth in beautiful droplet formations called tektite. It looks slightly like obsidian and can come in all kinds of colors: black, green, and amber. There are two known places where this stuff rained down - called "strewnfields" - one in Georgia, and one in Texas. A couple pieces of it made its way into Native artifacts like scrapers and arrowheads. I think that's so fascinating. I grew up on a creek that hit the Chesapeake and never knew that was what had caused it, or that there were pieces of the ancient seabed in molten glass form strewn across the southeast. 

I also didn't know what bolide was - apparently it's a super bright classification of meteor. I think I might have seen one out at Elkhorn once - a flash that lit up the mountains when there was no storm and the sky was clear. Speaking of lesser meteors, I saw a beautiful green falling start last weekend, seemingly right below the full moon which was unusual. It must have been intense to be visible while the moon was full and so bright. 

I think I'm finished up for the year at work, or at least I'd better be. I'm taking Sven over to run around with Bean tonight because he's been such a restless brat today and I want to wear him out so I can get some cleaning done tonight without him following me around groaning and moaning. I tried to take him on my run earlier since he seemed so bored, and he was awful. A florist in the graveyard saw him rolling around and ignoring my commands and thought it was so funny she came over and gave me a treat to give him later. Then he wouldn't walk or run until he had eaten the treat. Then he literally lay on the ground and refused to move, under the mistaken impression that the lady (who had left her van and was putting arrangements on the graves) was going to come back and give him more treats. Awful. A brat! 

Tomorrow is my birthday. I want to write something about that, and maybe I will later, but right now I need to chop and roast butternut squash, vacuum the carpet, grab a shower, and you know what? Have a glass of prosecco.