I haven’t slept a wink all night. My two fearlesswatchdogs have been up all night prowling around growling and snarling at the windows.
I knew it was getting to me when I looked at the clock about 2:23 and threw a pillow at them while shouting “Shut up!!! It’s the same full moon that was there last month and will be there again in 4 more weeks and if you two don’t cease and desist this very minute I am going to drag your asses outside and lock you in the barn where you can howl at it all night long for all I care. I swear I’ll do it too. Don’t make me get out of this bed. I mean it now, not one more snarl.”
Well really it was more like “shut up” but they knew what I meant. We have this conversation every 4 weeks.
I got all of 2 hours sleep last night. I thought it was because I was overly involved in my latest Sue Grafton, but perhaps it was the moon after all! Tho once I finished the book and knew who-dun-it, I was able to go to sleep. Unfortunately, it was 2:30 in the morning, and I get up just before 5.
Full
Half
Gibbous (waxing and waning, I lump them together)
New
Klutz
The Klutz phrase has no actual specific time frame nor logical progression. Nor warning for that matter.
The moon has been in ‘klutz’ for me the past few days. Explains the several inexplicable bruises I’ve found, torn stockings, and burned chicken (Cajun-looking Teryaki, anyone?).
Klutz phase? That would explain the three bruises on my thighs. And I thought it was from where the dogs jumped on me. Obviously, there are greater forces at work.
I work in our county’s Protection From Abuse office. People go insane when there’s a full moon. A guy in our office is a retired police officer, and he says he noticed the same thing when he was on duty.
A former girlfriend was a nurse on the geriatric wards of a hospice. She said that the patients went round the twist with the arrival of the full moon. I’m not superstitious, religious or particularly spiritual so I’d be interested to see what science has had to say about this full moon business.
I thought I had the dog-goes-crazy during a full moon thing figured out. I notice that when the moon is full (or near full) I (and the dogs) can see all the little creatures of the night - the bunnies, the mice, the raccoons - all that are usually hidden under the cover of darkness. I can see them from the windows, I’m sure the mutts can too. Any unauthorized animal in the yard is grounds for frenzied barking.
<twitch> Doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary happening here at Chéz Toons. The children were out back playing Alien Tag™ last night, the Wifestrocity was upstairs knitting a chicken with a vapid glazed masque upon her face, and I was either here immersed in fruitful and delighteful conversation with the Ace Friend of All Time, or sitting out on the back deck on my haunches, stripped naked, gnawing on an oak branch, watching the follicles along my arms and legs go bonkers and snarling at the bats. <twitch>
I work with animals (in a roundabout way) and the full moon never fails to cause an increase in rabbits freaking out, or dogs, like Mermaid’s, deciding to howl for hours.
And, manwithaplan, the head teacher at my son’s daycare absolutely insists that “full moon fever” is real in babies. She claims that they’re significantly crankier, more hostile and harder to control during the full moon. And she’s been dealing with babies for going on twenty-five years. You never know, I guess. But it’s pretty wild to read these posts and realize how many different people see it affecting.
bella–sloooowly backing away from Cartooniverse
[sub]I’m sure someone will be along to tell us all about self-fufilling prophecies and selective recall before too much longer. Me–? I like a little magic in my month, even if if it’s only in my mind.[/sub]
My children are fighting with each other. Hurled insults, unreasonable demands, stubborn selfishness and the ever-present threat of physical violence. Having them live in different cities has worked well up to this week. Now I want to move to a third city and not tell them where. Next week they’ll go back to tolerating each other, but these past few days have not been fun.
The customers at work have been whiney and unable to make decisions.
Well, now that I’ve got an enduring mental image of Cartooniverse naked, squatting, and snarling, I think I shall go boil my brain in bleach. Can someone tell me - does drinking to excess really make you forget??
You never know, I guess. But it’s pretty wild to read these posts and realize how many different people see it affecting.