Cooper contemplates the day ahead while waiting for me to rise. (He has already monitored the dawn from his backyard perch). And what was with these anvil-shaped, July-like clouds on March 9 on my way home from radiation? I know there probably is some common meteorological explanation. But my brain is muddled enough to flash on the Twilight Zone. Did I miss a month or two? It’s times like these that I miss being able to lean over toward John Fleck — escaped to UNM to write a book — in the Journal newsroom and pepper him, like everyone else, with amateur weather questions.