Tomorrow morning 4:12 am. EST. Set your clocks, get up, go out into the cold look up and yup, there it will be, the full moon–another one.
Tomorrow morning’s pre-dawn full moon will be (roughly) my five hundred and forty sixth. You’d have think the novelty would have worn off by now, and I guess it has a bit. Bloody great thing keeps me tossing and turning before it finally pops like a zit .
I read a good word today . . . otiose. You could say it about this post perhaps.
This made me smile to:
Where was I? I turn back the page: the war is raging. Raging is what they used to say, for wars, still do, for all I know. But on this page, a fresh, clean page, I will cause the war to end–I alone, with a stroke of my black plastic pen. All I have to do is write: 1918. November 11. Armstice Day.
Good huh? The pen be mightier than the swwoard.
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