I thought one of the advantages of renting (which I hate) instead of owning (which I hate less) is not having to fix things.
So, yet another lie.
The happy subject to talk about is noting that it was three years ago today that we were in a gas station parking lot at an intersection of two state highways in the middle of a gazillion square miles of corn and soybean fields in Nebraska, praying for at least a little thinning to the clouds.
We got it, sort of. (Photos here and here.)
And our next shot is coming up on April 8, 2024. I’m thinking Indianapolis or Ohio, with a maximum totality of over four minutes.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 