I had a bad wine once. It wasn't words that came out my arse.
I must admit though, when at full glow, unencumbered by cloud cover, the moon is a compelling sight. There's an unlit path that connects the estate I live in with another, and has only the one lamp at the end to illuminate it, and if I need to get anything from the shop in the evening in the other estate I take it. Dark as fuck. On full moon nights, though, it's as if a television production unit has supervised the lighting for a night scene. Everything is illuminated.
Not sure about the moon's glow having a beneficial effect on the hard-of-sleeping, although, if that's the case, if Neil Armstrong was an insomniac he'd have had twice the cause to celebrate when landing on the moon. 'One small step for man...one giant leap for mankind...IN YOUR FACE, OVALTINE!'