Pink moon over Ottawa

My days, concertina-ing as they do into each other, are not currently the most exciting things to behold.

BUT IT WAS A PINK MOON FOR GOD'S SAKE.

Now, unlike everyone else on the planet, I had no idea what a pink moon was or, indeed, is. In fact, had I known, I wouldn't have waited till 11pm to rush out and get a photo.

Having a few tired days due, I think, to the AstraZeneca vaccine. As long as it is just tiredness, I can cope. I read somewhere that alcohol might reduce its efficiency and "a lot of alcohol might reduce its efficiency even more."

Of course, there was no indication of what "a lot of alcohol" might be. Is it "a lot of alcohol for a Canadian"? Or "a lot of alcohol for a Russian"? Or, even, "a lot of alcohol for a Scouser", which is clearly somewhere between the two but much nearer to the Russian end of the spectrum than the Canadian. 

Only time will tell.