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Though 90 minutes apart we shared a moment with each other (and much of the nation) when Mother Earth's one true moon moved to block Father Sun's warm, full light. Our peace and harmony experience of wonder was short-lived. Our hearts – like the moon – tend to hoard the spotlight. "How dare the moon interfere with the tanning practice I'm entitled to?" And, "How dare Brian Regan claim some of Dr Dave's laughter devotion?" We did our best to keep the jealousy solar flare in David from becoming a total eclipse of the heart.