Apologies to Peter Gabriel

We've been availing ourselves of the pool here at the complex. (The pool itself is not complex, though it does have an asymmetrical shape.) An hour a day so far, in all of two days. Well, nights, really. It's cooler at night, plus there's far less chance of human contact. Two extremely good things. We also get to see the stars at night, and hear the occasional coyote. There's just something magical about looking up at the sky (and actually seeing stars and not the orange glow of civilization) and hearing a pack of coyotes off in the distance. Funny thing... when my nephew was here it was the first time he had ever seen the glow of civilization at night. I thought that was ironic. I'm happy to see stars again, and he was in awe of the shopping mall glowing in the distance. Hey, he could walk to it, and it had a cool arcade. That's something worthy of awe to an 11-year old.

Oh. If you've read this far and have no idea what the title has to do with the post, here you go.