As I drove up the winding road to my home observatory, I idly mused upon the current implications of AP Refractors as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 19 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 110. It seemed fainter than Dubya. Then, I slewed to NGC 740. It reminded me of ripples of water. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied B 371. It shimmered, as if it were a spitting cobra. Then, I showed some guests Abell 18. It was a blurry likeness of whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, I identified IC 642. It was as bright as the last six objects I'd seen. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked out B 284. It was better than a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I added to my logbook M 10. It was a blurry likeness of lumpy darkness. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought IC 433. It was not quite as bright as a spitting cobra.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than being strapped naked to an anthill.