Good ole Rip Van Winkle dozed off…and overslept.
Well, I didn’t oversleep but I did go to sleep in my forties and awake in my fifties.
I guess I should find someone to pinch to see if I’m awake or still dreaming. (One of my transition dreams showed my Facebook account with 100 friend requests.)
Anyway, I went outside and took a self-portrait:
Yeah. Click for a larger image. But I wanted you to see the small thumbnail…and tell me if there’s a sign in the sky for me. (No, no, no! I’m not turning mystical or contemplative or any such thing!!)
I thought it an interesting atmospheric display.