Nothin' left to do but smile (tonight's waxing crescent moon)

Twenty-nine degrees and breezy; a lovely night for a moon shot, nonetheless.


Title's a line from one of my favorite Grateful Dead tunes, He's Gone.

… Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him
Like I told you, what I said, steal your face right off your head

Now he's gone, now he's gone, Lord he's gone, he's gone
Like a steam locomotive, rollin' down the track
He's gone, he's gone and nothin's gonna bring him back, he's gone

Nine mile skid on a ten mile ride, hot as a pistol but cool inside
Cat on a tin roof, dogs in a pile
Nothin' left to do but smile, smile, smile ...