April 5, 2024. Quiet time at Roadrunner RV Park. Though I’m moving north from here, the area around Johnson City (birthplace of LBJ, and not a coincidence that the town is named “Johnson”) will be prime viewing on Monday, enjoying (again, weather permitting) four minutes of totality. I love the “viewing party” sign that foretells of some kind of double diamond ring annular. 

Scrolling online has been rich. Conspiracy theories are gaining steam and biblical nutjobs are co-opting the upcoming eclipse event. A massive earthquake at the New Madrid fault line is among the dangers we should be aware of. (Just to be clear: eclipses do not initiate earthquakes.)

I thought the Krispy Kreme Total Solar Eclipse Doughnut was an April fool’s joke, but nope: the adorable creation represents how the sun, Earth, and moon will interact during an eclipse and requires an original glazed donut dipped in black chocolate icing, Oreo buttercream, and an Oreo cookie all stacked into one sugar bomb, or as they put it, “a sweet treat that will totally eclipse your taste buds!”

In other fast food news, Burger King is offering BOGO Whoppers on Monday—less creative, but I appreciate the gesture.