I have to suffer at her hands when they are idle

I always hope that some week, some time, I’ll get a little respite. My morning reverie was interrupted by a frantic Gemini, a Gemini with nothing but time on her hands. It’s my lot in life, I have to suffer at her hands when they are idle. It could be worse, she is blond, but she did sell the cute red convertible. “With that Neptune influence, I don’t trust my judgment….” she said. I tried to point out that merely heightened her judgment, and I was the best option for the morning. I had to settle for Apple Fritters instead, at least it was pastry that went with my coffee. No country music, but a famous piano player was exiting the restaurant as I was heading in to meet another Gemini for lunch. Answer to the question of the day? “First six ‘Asleep at the Wheel’ albums.”