That was some moon the other night. I say night, but I didn’t see it until morning. My husband spotted it hanging around just above our garage, a late-night reveler out past curfew, slowly making its way home. I put it in my front windshield and drove with it all the way to work.
I hoped it would be the harbinger of a good day, but it wasn’t. I’ve had better workdays, and shorter ones. By the time I emerged, it was almost nightfall again, and I had missed my only opportunity to take two cooped-up dogs to the park for a few minutes of frolic to break up the monotony of being stuck indoors nearly non-stop during a cold spell that apparently is on pace to tie an all-time record. Continue reading
