There was something else that happened last night that I was wondering about, a strange metaphor I haven’t worked out yet. Sagittarius is a clumsy sign, according to my observations. I’ve been good, this keyboard is over three years old now, and I haven’t ever spilled anything on it, until last night. Diet Dr. Pepper? Coffee? Herb Tea? Nope, I spilled ink on it. How bizarre is that?
I enjoyed an event free afternoon at the bookstore, each reading subtly different from the other. I also had a Gemini with blond hair and blue eyes come by to pick me up for dinner afterwards. One of those things, I guess, perhaps, an occupational hazard.
I did an extra long hike yesterday afternoon, over six miles in 75 degree weather, shedding my shirt and going for the basic shorts and sandals for duration of the stroll. I managed the route in under two hours so I was pretty happy about my time being good. Then it was off to meet a client for a quick Virgo reading, but by the time I got home, the cold front hit, and I was freezing cold again. Even though some friends were playing up on 6th Street, I just couldn’t get myself out of the house. I did managed to clean up a few of the web site’s little link problems. I’ve got to have this thing humming by next Thursday.
