If one is crazed enough to live in Los Feliz and to have an appointment with one's (wonderful) Westside dentist that means that one's driving home in rush hour - a trip that look so long that Trump's SOTU address rolled along on NPR, and I made my throat sore yelling at the radio - if one's that crazed, it's a good thing to have a super moon, a blue moon, a soon-to-be-eclipsed-moon (my dentist threatened to call me up so that I wouldn't miss this in the early hours of the morning) to admire, strung - look! no wires! - across the sky.
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