monday, monday, monday! the moon looks down with favor on me! or really to the point she hides her face from me, turns her silver eyes & downcast glance, for the new moon comes then, a new moon, fresh hatched for me. i'll pick up the publishing affadavit from my name change & ferry it (poles in the water!) over to the courthouse & pick up some certificates of certification certifying my new (& old!) legal moinker. i'm frankly thrilled. mister john ronald reul was not kidding even a little bit when he said the eagles were coming. they did.