Mooning about

Maybe that's why the cat was even odder than usual today, the full moon lurking. Not to mention the rest of us.
Nice warmish afternoon, with a walk by the lake, fording streams of oncoming people, and a visit with the kids, who are happily ensconcing a new roommate; may it go well.
Have gotten a good way into Zola's novel Nana, which is most engrossing, as well as grossing out, the latter for the shitty treatment of women of all economic levels in mid 19th century France. But his writing is wonderful, it would have to be to keep my attention during long scenes at horrible-sounding social events; it's his deftness, even via a translation, of dealing with the characters and their behaviors, that wins the day.