“There’s still the famine to worry about. If the stars aren’t a concern tonight, I should probably get back to the stew pot and the sweet potato. We can’t even manage Norman Corwin’s ‘orange juice and a whole egg’ right now. So there really isn’t time to rest. Not for me.”

He moves to stand, with something of a sigh. “I’ll try to offer you weather again tomorrow night, but I don’t think I have control of it. I am just a vessel.”