Oh by the way, folks,
Today we celebrate (as per the Old Style calendar) the birthday of Sergei Rachmaninoff, born in 1873. When I was very small, I think my parents owned 78-RPM records of all musical compositions he ever wrote.
Yesterday nothing happened. Last night was the first clear night we've had in a long time so I went out to see if I could spot the comet, but I didn't see it.
And today looks like nothing's gonna happen until evening when we've got our customary church dinner. Hosted this time, not pot-luck.
Signs of life