After a long day of snow flurries, temperatures plunged just in time to clear the heavens for the total lunar eclipse.
My dear mate got a pretty good shot of it around 10 p.m. I did my part by serving as the tripod – or, as the Bear said, the “two-pod.”
NASA did us one better but I doubt they had a chatty eight-year-old distracting them. The Bear was – shall we say – over the moon.
As for me, I can see how the encroaching black smudge turning to brown and then mottled copper would feed millennarian fantasies.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.
(Roger Waters/Pink Floyd – but you knew that.)
So far the apocalypse hasn’t dawned, although today in class one of my students wanted to talk about a case of priapism caused by a megadose of Viagra, left untreated and leading to amputation. (Yes, it’s apparently possible, though I was skeptical at first.) I guess that’s close enough to the end of the world for a lot of folks.