That Mercury's a Tough Customer
It took me a bit to figure out why everything is so cock-eyed this week. There's been something on the horizon looming like thunderclouds, and I just couldn't place it until Tassy talked about it.
Mercury's in Retrograde again.
This is the portion of the year that the Earth goes whipping about in its orbit just a slight bit faster than Mercury moves through its orbit and makes it look like the planet was going backwards. Back in the day, it gave those nascent astronomers absolute fits as a planet went backward through the sky, breaking their simple Earth-centric paradigm. They built these crazy exceptions into their rules, and crafted a way around the problem, but they kept their theorem in place.
Generally, I don't buy into astrology, I think it's a bit silly. I think the signs and portents that we get in this world are from more subtle and uninteresting things than the spinning of the heavens in a certain frequency. But there might just be creedence to this Mercury thing.
Friday was a bit of a nightmare in some respects. Between a little shakeup over an entry I made about velour jumpsuits and my laptop hard drive dying, it's been a bit rough since the swift footed little imp started marching backward across the murky deep.
So, before you launch into a diatribe at someone this week, or before you do something that might be considered seriously, stop, look at the sky, shake your fist at the tiny planet moving backwards across the sky, and shout "Damn you, dirty planet!" and move on again.
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