Arse biscuits

[smokingboot]

After my euphoria yesterday, I've come to earth with a bump. Beloved Bear and I are poor right now, more so than I thought. I'll check my accounts in the morning, and see if some immediate good cheer can be forthcoming, though even if it is, we have to tighten our belts for a while. Funny, business is so much better now, though my accounts are still showing the appalling farce of earlier months. So it is just a matter of time and effort. Fingers crossed.

Never mind. The moon has been in a strange mood tonight. I couldn't see it properly at all, just a light like a hurricane lamp behind the clouds. It made me think of a lighthouse, or a kid using a torch to read comics under the bedclothes. I like the gibbous moon. Menacing, head bashed in by tumbling weather, and still too clever by half, she's up there tonight, thinking strange thoughts. Sometimes, whatever anyone says, the moon is a boy, an awkward shy passionate boy. And sometimes she's definitely a she, dreaming dreams, scheming schemes. Like now.

Here's to help and inspiration from her teeming brain!