I was very much looking forward to the Orionid meteor shower tonight... according to one of our esteemed local meteorologists, the best viewing is between 1-7AM, EDT. Although, allegedly, you could perhaps see them anytime after full darkness.
I've been out hourly, even semi-hourly, for the last 5 hours (since just after I put Peanut to bed). And there's not much.

This is supposed to be a huge meteor shower? Because meteor showers mean shooting stars. Shooting stars equate, in my 10-year-old mind, to make a wish.

Maybe it's the high atmosperic clouds, the ones that make the sky a very milky light blue, instead of the awesome cornflower blue I'm accustomed to this time of year.

Maybe it's the amount I've had to drink today. Michigan pulled out a nail-biter. That game ended several hours ago.

Maybe it's a long weekend home spent mostly at home with my child (see previous posts, please). And that after such a day as yesterday, he needed some Mommy reassurance. I couldn't remove my child from my leg all day.

Any of the above could alter my perception of the sky, and the alleged Awesome that is taking place in the Cosmos.

The most I have seen is -- wait, was that a spot on my glasses, or was it a high-atmospheric shooting star? I'm still not quite sure.

All I can say is that I could use a wish or two upon a falling star tonight.