the floor is cold

I slept with a window slightly cracked, and even the floor is cold this morning. On the weather maps, there’s a big, cold icy finger which stabs right into our hearts. I keep waiting to hear back from a client who booked me for readings at a party, only, where’s the party? I have an office address, but I don’t know where I’m supposed to be. I mean, I know it’s in the club house, but which club house? There are few of them in the area. Since I couldn’t find the place I was supposed to be, I wound up at a favorite Mexican food restaurant, El Rancho Grande, way far in North Austin. It amazed me because I once used to frequent this place, and it feels like it’s a small eatery on the East Side. Servers who don’t speak much English, food that’s really warm, and some rather tasty Barbacoa. So I didn’t make it to the party, but I did have my own, of sorts. I guess Mercury is definitely doing his “thang” right now.