Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
About 10:55 p.m. Thursday, we heard a BOOM so loud that Penelope flew off the bed as if she'd been thrown like a furry football. I thought the noise might have come from something a neighbor was working on in his garage. I had already heard him and some friends talking in their yard.
But when I looked at our neighborhood Facebook group today, I learned the source of the BOOM. Aliens had invaded and, of course, had landed at Mar-A-Lago because they wanted to see the gold toilets. Then they picked up a psychiatrist because they wanted to know what's wrong with the inhabitant seated on the gold toilet, screaming to have his Twitter account reactivated.
I jest, but it seems plausible, kinda sorta.
Turns out the sound was a sonic boom from a re-entering SpaceX Dragon capsule. A couple of neighbors got footage of it, and one person who saw it thought it was a meteor that landed with a crash.
So that was the big excitement in the hood, along with much of Florida's coast and into Georgia.
Infinities of love,