I missed the moon passing in front of Jupiter about a week or so ago.
I had been watching for weeks as the new moon’s crescent waxed, and it approached brightly shining Jupiter along the ecliptic from the west. I had been watching night by night as the distance narrowed. And I was looking forward to the day.
So then I’m in Houston, and I look up at the sky one night walking back from my brother in law’s house, and I see the moon a day or two on the other side of Jupiter.
D’oh! I wouldn’t have made it as an astronomer.