Well, I now have to manage to stay alive for another 18 years, thanks to Picayune weather.

This is unfortunate.

Last Sunday, like so many others around the globe, I headed out to an area devoid of light (to the Palestine Cemetery, to be exact) in hopes of catching a glimpse of the super blood moon.

A super blood moon is three separate astronomical events. The first, the supermoon, is when the full moon is at its closest point to Earth, which, according to the AP, was about 30,000 miles closer than usual. Then, there was also a full lunar eclipse, and, of course, the blood moon, so called because of a reddish tint on the moon.

The last time anyone saw a super blood moon was 1982 and if I saw it, I can’t recall.

But don’t blame me; I would have been there.

I did, however, catch Haley’s Comet in 1986 and lucky for me I did. The next viewing of the comet won’t be until 2062 or 47 years from now and I have no plans to try and make it to 83.

But I digress.

I knew what I would find Sunday night.

All day long the sky had been gray and overcast and when I left the apartment, I couldn’t see much in the sky, let alone the moon. But never the less I drove out, parked and got out of the car.

Still, there was nothing at all visible above. The only thing of note was my frustration, rising and intensifying.

The next day, the Internet was awash with photos of the super blood moon, that I didn’t see.

Now, of course, I must wait another 18 years.

To do this, I will try and stay safe and healthy. Perhaps I will join a gym. It will be a boring, excruciating two decades, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it.

Those photos were impressive.