Wedding ring

2.5 miles, swing by the bank, and head to the airport. Wedding ring, had to slide that on before I left for Vegas, don’t want any mistakes. I’m rather enjoying the caricatures that Capricorn is doing of me. There’s a Dr. Suess quality to some of the details, and everyone would agree that’s very appropriate for me. I forgot how much fun Las Vegas is, or how early the sun comes up, or how all the slot machines are rigged to make me lose money eventually. Now, according to Ma Wetzel, pigs are supposed to be lucky animal, but the Piggy Bank machine kept sucking me in, and I’d make a pile of quaters only to see them all disappear again. Jupiter changed its sign — went into Cancer — but that didn’t change up my luck enough last night. I need fredlet to bless the lucky quaters again.