A Sad Moon and a Hyper Planet.

The sky is clear as crystal tonight, and among the firmament of stars filling the bowl of night the waning gibbous moon is slumped and leaning unsteadily, close to the eastern horizon. I always think the waning moon looks ill and sad – especially when it sits among a firmament of stars – which is probably why I like writers who write lyrical text.

And judging by the number of posts I’ve written tonight, I suspect Mercury’s been at the cocaine again. I still don’t know what magic mushrooms look like, nor where they might be found in the Shire. And I’d probably be too circumspect to eat any even if I did, which is a pretty sad admission.