Mercury is “a–fixin'” to go retrograde

By 9:00 AM, I had breakfasted, answered e–mail, slammed coffee, watered the plants, and done the last little bit of heavy lifting, and frankly, I was ready to go back to bed. I’m not sure I could really call it a full day’s work, but it sure felt like it. Reports from Gemini land indicate that Mercury is “a–fixin'” to go retrograde. There was an eerie, spooky calm out on the Monday afternoon airwaves, or so it seemed. I chucked two thirds of my obligations, and went for short hike around the lake. Up on the bridges, the wind was out of the north, and it was cold. But the shoreline was calm, in the lee of the buildings, and much more hospitable. Sun was out, but I still violated one of my hard and fast rules about not hiking when the temperature is below 70, it was only about 65. But it was nice enough, and it seems like about forever since I’ve been able to enjoy any semblance of warm weather. Of course, a cold winter usually means a hot summer. Midnight run to the airport, oh yes, I’m planning on using this one, something to hold over a particular person’s head, “Sure, you can’t take me to the airport 8:00 AM, but I can get out of bed at midnight to come and get you?”