This morning (if 3-something AM is morning rather than purgatory) sleep abandoned me and I flitted a bit while the most incredible orange orb settled into the Jemez Mountains. Maybe I was moonstruck. Or just lucky to be insomniac, to be witness to the most magnificent moon dance I've spectated in a while. Somewhere, somehow between mugs of tea swirling steam paisleys into the darkness I stumbled ...