Me: This overcast is protecting you this morning. I can’t tell what you’re doing up there. You doing your stretches, getting a move on?
Old Sol: I tell you, I welcome those mornings when I’m blessed with a little something between me and you guys. There’s a guy named John B. Stetson been prying, taking pictures, nosing into my affairs something awful.
Me: Yeah, I saw something about him:
“In Falmouth, Maine, amateur astronomer John Stetson photographed the ongoing activity around sunspot AR1499. “These solar active regions are producing M-class and C-class flares that are easy to see through my H-alpha telescope,” says Stetson.
“NOAA forecasters estimate a 25% chance of more M-class flare today, although this is probably an underestimate considering the rapid pace of development of magnetic fields near AR1499. Stay tuned.”
Old John Stetson’s probably just trying to drum up hat bidness. Nothing directed at you, personally. I can’t think what my nose would look like if it weren’t for John Stetson and his hats. That horizon’s forming itself up fairly well. I assume you’re ready to get some work done?
Old Sol: Could you cut me some slack here? Of course I am. When haven’t I? But I’ll tell you for a fact I’m getting sick of all this sophisticated surveillance equipment you’re getting down there. It ain’t all just to sell hats, either. Reporters forever poking around, digging up secrets. But at least I got that chicken around behind me now.
Me: Yeah, I’m relieved about that, too. So are the chickens. They saw it as a sign, began to get all worked up about it. Nobody around here besides me has any fondness for Buff Crested Polish roosters.
Old Sol: You guys are a caution. Anyway, yeah, I’m right up here where I’m supposed to be. Go do something else.