So, I'm taking something to the recycling bin, look to the east, and see the full moon, just over the horizon. I revert back, and without compunction, raise my head and howl! It felt good! Then I remember that my folks used to say, "For all the good it did, I could have just howled at the moon!" Little did they know the absolute joy of doing just that! May you find joy in the strangest places, and always know that you are loved!