A bit of fartnarkling, reflecting on the Moon this evening. She's lovely, in her waning gibbous phase, against a clear and extremely chilly night sky. I'd love to tell you I caught her in my bedtime glass of water, but... well, that'd be a blatant untruth. We're used to such things nowadays coming from our inglorious and inept leaders, but I don't feel it would be good to sully the good lady with such mendacity. May she smile down on us all.