To Save the Moon

Here I sit in a Vancouver hotel room.  I plan to go to sleep early tonight and set my alarm clock for 3:30 am.

At that time, it will be my responsibility to go out to the street, bang my wine bottle against my aluminum Chinese food container and yell towards the sky to effectively chase off the voracious monster that will be attempting to consume the moon.

My efforts will likely go unnoticed in this part of town; commonly witnessed behaviour, I suppose.  In fact, I may get a date.