In the coming months and years, peer-reviewed planetary science papers will be published that revolutionize our understanding of how mighty Jupiter does. . . what it does. The data streams from these glowingly-hot, death defying dips yield the source material for these revolutionary papers. And that -- as you may readily see-- excites me.
And so, as I often do at these moments -- let me offer just a dollop of grace-filled prose, to go with this placeholder, too. . .
". . . .I have little left in myself -- I must have you. The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied. . . .
[Yet] . . .I can live alone, if self-respect, and circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give. . . ."
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
As the graphic shows, the actual dip date is about ten days prior to the birthday -- and you may trust that I will be waiting patiently, but eventually sending word, as her demise is slated for February 10, 2018 -- near Valentine's. Smile. . . . onward, at dawn on a lovely Saturday, here.
नमस्ते
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