“Hey! I need a husband for a day; you’re it.”
That’s how it happened. One of my red-headed Capricorn friends was going in for a little “procedure,” and she was rather freaked. I wouldn’t go into the details, but I’ve had that procedure before, and all they do is take a thing that’s about the size of a baseball bat and shove it up…. never mind.
So I’m along for the ride. Only, she has to be at the hospital before 7. That’s Seven In The A M. Since it doesn’t involve fishing, I’m not sure I’ll be fully functional.
The dream sequence, left over from the other evening? I was dreaming about being in a smoky bar, with a long, narrow table running down the center. Felt like a pub, only, it wasn’t over yonder, and I was sitting there, probably sipping a soda, and Hank III sat down across from me. It’s that Sagittarius thing, you know, and then I was stuck trying to explain what Pluto does to a Sagittarius, c.f., Kerry et al.
I never did understand that one dream – it’s that Sagittarius thing.
Dashed to the airport, and dashed back to the trailer and dashed in and around, while accomplishing not much of anything, or so it would seem. I had the “Shady Acres Photography Studio” up and running, as I was prepping a few items for eBay. Hey, for an extra ten cents, I can launch stuff when I want to, at a specified time. Not that I would run something based upon an astrologically propitious time or anything….
Unrelated:
The heart of Zen. (Could also be called, “why we fish.”)
Very unrelated visual:
The perfect tattoo?
