“A work of art is never completed, only abandoned (sources).”

While not directly impacting this week’s horoscopes, in essence, the short passage captures the nature of my work. The tale is left untold, unfinished, and unrehearsed, at the end of each weekly.

Some place between 9 and 11 PM, usually central time, the scopes go up.

As an art form, there’s always the last-minute hesitancy, that last thought, slightly unsure if I got it the way I wanted it.

Observation

Brings up the next observation, but poised as a question. When did guano become the de facto standard for insanity?