The big bold winter moon, or snow moon -whatever you want to call it- offered quite a few “howl-worthy” views before the clouds finally rolled in late Sunday to obstruct it entirely. I don’t believe I harbor any werewolf tendencies, but in addition to feeling the need to make guttural vocal proclamations before the orb, I sure was hungrier than usual this weekend. I wonder if there exists such a thing as a carnivore moon? Perhaps a certain time of year and angle in the sky when the pull of gravity succumbs to our inner pull for a triple-cheese with extra bacon. The more rare the better. Dripping in some juices. A side of pork ribs too. What the hell, might as well go for the trifecta and toss a couple fried chickens in there too.
I don’t know how long the effects of such a lunar phenomenon might last, but I could stand to gain a few pounds. Besides, I’ve gotta keep my strength up to yank these long canine-like hairs out of the back of my hand….