By the way, did you know that the original surname of movie mogul Samuel Goldwyn was Goldfish? It's true.
In other news (must keep my mind off the remaining crackers in that bag -- oh, the allure of their haunting smiles!) the night has been, once again, unseasonably mild. I am surprised at how quickly it seems that the moon is waning. It has already lost more than a third of its girth, and remains high even as approaching dawn begins to return the blue to the sky. Unless this early spring is thwarted by winter reclaiming its final weeks, by next month my best view of the moon will be obscured for most of the night by the new leaves. Well, at least their cover will provide me with a dark corner in which I may lurk in order to observe whatever passes in the moonlit nights. But I will not have so clear a view of the moon again until autumn has stripped the trees of their foliage, so I must enjoy it while I may.
