In my upper-level Latin class, the students did some very good careful analysis of Liz Clarke's graphic novel of Perpetua's prison diary.
I watched the sky go magenta with the Northern Lights, and Chris watched for awhile with me too. I texted my mother (in PA, where they were more visible) and a friend here (whose niece and nephew are visiting, so I thought they might like to see it).
Later, Chris let me know that owls were hooting. He hooted at them, and they hooted back.
Plus I saw a bat.
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