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Rats, I forgot to look at the moon yesterday. I know it wasn't literally blue, nor did it fit the formal definition of a blue moon, but looking would have doubled as a gesture of respect to Neil Armstrong. Oh well. I did notice that the Giant had Blue Moon drinks near the checkout lanes. Coincidence? Also, in the Tintin companion book I've been reading, I happen to have just reached the chapter on Destination Moon and Explorers on the Moon, which told a remarkably realistic story for 1953. Hergé later drew a tribute to Armstrong.

Funny the things I notice and don't notice right away. It wasn't until yesterday that I had any notion that this was the start of a long weekend. But I did remember without prompting that Lady Di died exactly 15 years ago. She and Mother Teresa have been dead almost half my life now. O_O

And this morning during a jog, I noticed I was breathing in a conga rhythm (out out out out IN IN...). Don't tell me I'm not strange.