Lisa and I have had a couple of hard weeks. We’ve had a variety of projects to wrap up on Pearl. Things have broken. Components have died. We’re sore from assuming unnatural positions for other than “recreational” purposes. Our joints are bruised. We have burns. Pearl, our home, has experienced “uncontrolled water intrusions.” And one wonders, “Why not return to living in a nice little cottage instead of something the size of a large bathroom?!?”
The answer is because of evenings like this: a fantastic rising Blood Moon, with leaping sting rays. After that, pretty much everything seems trivial.