Sipping hot coffee; bundled in layers that included flannel shirt, jacket, and lap robe (among others); and sitting on a nice little cushion to protect my tush from early-morning cold plastic in the 39 F (~ 4 C) temperature, I stared at Venus and pondered how there could be so much traffic hum at 5:20 in the morning. As my gaze wandered the eastern
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