In 2009 I celebrated New Year’s Eve under a blue moon and that meant something special to me. It signified a rare event. And it was all those things. And later I’d lament I’d never have that again. But life, oh that pesky bitch, is like a sour patch kid. Sour and then sweet. And my agent reminded me ever so casually that yesterday’s moon was in fact a blue moon. And I had been lucky once again to sit and look up at the moon and the stars last night. So life gave me another blue moon. And this rare occasion was not anything special but maybe it was. I was sitting there looking into the eyes of the person I love. Who has faught for me and faught with my sanity and dried my tears with his voice, resonating deep inside my being. Ain’t love grand?