Had a few knots in my back, which are persistent lately.  A while back I seperated my shoulder and ever since, from time to time, I get hellacious knots underneath the blade.  They can't be worked out on account of being cover by bone.  It's just the way it is.

That's neither here nor there.  It was a bright night outside.  I could see moonlight making cookie cutter shadows all over the concrete out in the back of the house.  When, all of a sudden, through the glass door I saw a bright light shooting down from the sky. 

It was heading toward the southwest. A big ball of flame, bigger than any shooting star I ever saw, a little like a flare, but it was not a flare... just some bright light falling.  I don't know where.

There was no crash.

There was no thud.

Just a falling light, out back, coming through the cold, moonlit darkness. 

For a second, I thought about investigating.  But, I opined that not knowing what it was or where it went was better for my curiosity.

I got up and went to the kitchen.  I was not hungry but I started up the gas stove and set the blue flame.  I set upon it a small cast-iron skillet and made some eggs.  When they were done, I let them cool and put them in the refrigerator. 

In the morning, they would be my breakfast, and that would be that. 

No reason for none of it.

That's all I have to say about that.