There's a faint glow around the moon. Could be the window, but the red lights on a nearby radio tower are bright and clear, so there's some haze. A few striations in the glow, suggesting layers or wispy thin clouds. Then a thick nearly vertical line lit up -- a spreading out contrail. This is flyover country, after all. Probably not from the East Coast tonight. (grin)
I took a picture with the Kindle. It won't be very good, but I'll put it on Facebook anyway.
So... it's been a lunar month since the Christmas super moon. Huh.
I got here the day before Thanksgiving. So really, it's only been two months. It seems at times so much longer.
Still, sometimes I worry about how long it will take to get me home. But then I realize I do something more every time.
Today, for instance, on my day off from therapy, I pushed my wheelchair 1½ trips to/from the dining room. And after a meal, I needed min assist to stand up from the wheelchair to get back into bed. But the last couple of days I've gutted it out on my own. Stronger versus all that blood rushing to my stomach. (grin)
Life, like the moon, goes on...