Cassiopeia Supernova at www.hubblesite.org.
There’s a story by…Ray Bradbury, I think. I read it years ago, and the premise is that when it reaches a certain temperature, people basically go nuts and kill each other. It’s not quite that hot yet, but it’s getting there. You don’t want to be within smacking distance of me when all of this goes down. 80 degrees in the house? At 1:30 in the morning?! You have to be kidding me! I’d open the window but then all of the mosquitoes, pollen, and gang members would get in.
I can’t sleep. I never sleep. When I’m awake at night, I eat strawberries and look at pictures of nebulas and supernovas. I muse about my stories. I change all of my character’s names, and then change them back again the next day when I’m lucid.
Things in my Google history: asymmetrical bobs, hand spasms numbness, Marin County CA, moray eels, bloodstone, anti perky, glitter shoes, Cassiopeia, Rand’s We the Living