As it turns out, it wasn't quite as dead as I was expecting. A mother and her three kids stopped by to check out the museum and go bird-watching. I know, not a typical thing you'd expect from an observatory, but there's gotta be something you can do during the day. We open up these neat little balconies my uncle had installed around the top floor and let people use binoculars to view the nature around them. Luckily the hill the observatory is situated on is at the far edge of town.

It's still going to be too cloudy to man the telescope tonight, but that gives Heather and I plenty of time to plan out our excursion into the city tomorrow. She's in charge of figuring out what we want to find and look at, and I'm in charge of finding the quickest way to do that and get the hell out. I don't want us to spend any more time in there than we have to, but I don't want to disappoint her by missing anything on that list just because taking a picture of a weird spire isn't my idea of a fun, safe activity. She gets why I don't like the place, and while she doesn't feel the same she keeps her sightseeing list relatively small for my sake, so I make room for the things she really wants to see.

I'm not going to worry too much about that right now. Heather wants to try this one cookie recipe again, and I'm just waiting for the fire alarm to go off. Something about this recipe in particular is cursed or something, I think. I asked her if she got it from the city and her response was a suspiciously hesitant "... noooo???". Probably won't update this with the plan until tomorrow morning, that way I can revise it with fresh eyes before I rewrite it down here.