Now We’re All Sick of Bonnie Tyler

Here’re the kids this morning, watching the eclipse (about 81 percent here in the foothills):

Bonus awesome: The light peeking through the oak leaves make dozens of pinhole cameras. I propped up an old whiteboard so you could see the eclipse reflected in those glimpses of light between the leaves:

ACTION ITEM: Don’t look at the sun!

My Town

I live in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada, where this kind of nonsense is common:

ACTION ITEM: Mind the rattlesnakes.