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My two gal friends walked out the screen door like a single entity, wrapped in my pink comforter. We giggled as we made our way out onto the dark lawn. I left them to their chatter as I wandered around the backyard, trying to find the stand-alone hammock and recliner. It was time for some stargazing.

I made my way over to the garden shed, fumbled with the latch, and opened it. I peered into the darkness. No hammock. I swung the doors shut and latched them. Where the heck was it? Garage? Hmm. I looked up at the sky as I thought on it.

Darn. Darn, darn, darn.

“Umm, ladies,” I said. “Look up at the sky.”

Their heads raised as one. “I don’t see anything.”

“Exactly,” I said. I sighed.

It was overcast. Darn.