There is only one consolation for waking up at 5:30 in the morning to go swimming. The local Woodstock radio station has a feature every morning called “Almanac.” I love listening to it as I drive to the pool. It starts with some NPR-esque piano music, and then a man with a very soothing yet bumpy voice takes about five minutes to tell the listening audience about some interesting phenomenon of nature. Monday’s topic was why the coastline gets a sea breeze in the late afternoons (hot air rises from the sand and cool air above the ocean rushes in, but if the prevailing wind is blowing westward, it cancels out the breeze.)

This morning’s almanac was about the year anniversary of Pluto’s downgrade to dwarf planet, and the discovery of other heavenly bodies near Pluto (three billion miles or so away) that may actually be bigger than the icy ball formerly know as the ninth planet in the solar system. I remember this news from a year ago, and I also remember how unsettling it was. The solar system should remain as it was when I learned about it in elementary school: nine styrofoam planets revolving very close to a giant styrofoam sun. There is no room for dwarf planets in this equation, and no talk about how if we keep things to scale and left the sun the size of a tennis ball, Pluto would actually be the size of a pinhead, and a mile away.

Alas, that’s the way things really are, and I’m going to have to accept that life as I know it is bound to change every once and a while. The downgrading of Pluto doesn’t really change the basic facts of who I am, and I’ll soldier through. Likewise, I’m going to be quite alright despite the closing of the bookstore.

Speaking of, thanks for bearing with my odd post yesterday. I hope those of you who had time to read it enjoyed it on some level, and I’m sorry I didn’t warn you ahead of time that I was closing the comments on that one post. For some reason it felt right to do that, as well as reveal my real name. But now, I’m going back to making it all pen namey around here again, mostly because I like the way Aaron calls me Christmas Christmas Tree.