Well, I am very blessed. A couple of weeks ago I was out late, hoping I would catch a glimpse of the Northern Lights when I saw the brightest clearest nearest shooting star I’ve ever seen. I wasn’t expecting a meteor so didn’t have a wish ready; the thought that came flashing when I reached for one quickly was, “No change please.” Lucky me, eh? (Later, after breakfast, I said to BH, “Dang! I shouldha’ wished for a new dishwasher cutlery basket that doesn’t go holey!”

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