Duh.
“Instead of ‘what’s next,’ concentrate on what’s first.”
The Mercury fun just never stops.
That beautiful “violet crown” at Austin’s sunset is marred by one little feature: a certain spore. According to sources, it’s cedar and juniper. Cedar Fever. That’s where my body is tricked into thinking it’s got a cold or similar upper respiratory infection, when, in fact, it’s just reacting badly to the stuff floating in the atmosphere.
After an evening of lamenting about day jobs over a bowl of “pho,” one of my dinning companions asked a rhetorical question, “How do those independent coffee shops stay in business?”
Same way a little astrology web page stays in business, by watching the bank accounts, keeping costs to a bare minimum, and paying substandard wages.
It’s a lot more of a dream than the reality of the situation.
I came home to query e-mail, asking for more information about a particular sign – happens to be a specialty of mine – and I responded politely, suggesting either 1) poke around in the web page or 2) [http://www.astrofish.net/shop/order.htm>order an in-depth planet profile.
That’s how we stay alive.
What’s so irritating, is my response bounced. Gets so I don’t want to even bother writing back these days.
