A bright full moon is shining in at our bedroom window, giving a joyous light except on the occasions a cloud drifts in front of it. I used to wonder whether it was full or new all over the world at the same time, but now I know the answer. Late it is. Has anyone read 'Riding the Bullet'? Seeing the moon put me in mind of it. That is all. Goodnight. Roses are red, violets are blue, all my base are belong to you. That really is all.