If I were given to flights of fanciful exaggeration

I did exercise, first thing yesterday morning. If I were given to flights of fanciful exaggeration, some hyperbole to fit with the story, my climb would’ve been close to a thousand feet up the near vertical face of a cliff. It was actually a little different, it about three or four hundred vertical feet, maybe a mile or two in distance, and I wasn’t gone long. I did try numerous detours, but nothing seemed particularly attractive — I remember looking down one draw and realizing it was, in fact, a near vertical drop of a thousand (maybe just a hundred) of feet, and I decided the better part of valor was to stick to the easiest trails. The morning sun became a quick lunch in Ft. Davis (Blue Mountain Diner) then an afternoon touring the sights. I just hope I get the picture of me, in front of the big telescope, developed and scanned in — I’m pretty sure I’m one of the few astrologers who know which end of the telescope is up. If those pictures ever get developed, I’ve got real proof. Then, after this idyllic weather, a sudden thunderstorm blew through the area. Lightening, thunder, huge drops of rain, a wall of water, and then, later in the evening, a picture perfect night for star gazing. But I am real tired of one question, I heard all weekend long: “HEY, ARE YOU RELATED TO MARK WETZEL?” No. No relations. Know the guy, great last name, but no. We are definitely not related. He’s an astronomer attached to McDonald’s in Ft. Davis, and I’m an astrologer, not attached to any University system, except the one in Arizona, but that’s only because I foolishly gave them alumni money once… but I guess that’s a different story. Then there’s the weather in Houston, and the green hills of the Davis Mountains. Waiting on the Houston weather, I heard a most interesting brag, “I’ve been using the INTERNET since 1989….”