This morning I woke up to find that a meteorite had landed on my balcony and made a small but noticeable crater.
The weirdest thing is that this is the exact spot where I made dutch oven apple cobbler just the night before. I know, weird. Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something. Something like, "Hey idiot, a cheap plastic balcony will melt even if you have three layers of tin foil between it and red-hot coals." Or maybe it's just a big coincidence. I'm going with the latter.