I am in a bad mood, you see. Partly it's the announcement that the London Olympics will be protected by laser-guided hypervelocity cluster-missiles, presumably to blow up anything that doesn't have enough corporate sponsorship. Partly it's the miserable embarrassment we have for a government (and I'm including the loyal opposition in that). Partly it's how crap everything has become.
But mostly it's my hand hurting. That's a direct and immediate pain that takes all of my attention and is hard to ignore, unlike London boroughs farming their poor out to less expensive parts of the country, or the overly close attachment all our politicians have to people whose hideously disgusting personal wealth commands all their attention, unlike the ghastly poverty-stricken proles they pay lip-service to representing. Or the way the global economy seems to be committed to self-destructing. Or the way I'm nearly forty now and a sad and lonely speck in a sad and lonely world.
On a brighter note (magnitude -4 or thereabouts), here is a picture I took during last month's conjunction between the Moon and Venus. It's a bit rough as I was using my phone to take the pic as timing was everything.
