Libra 8° (October 1)

Rabbit Rabbit. They managed to be the first things we said today. I’m sick to my stomach though because what began as a calm morning turned into one of sick dread and loathing as someone lost their very expensive personal item in which were recorded many important things. If you’re going to make it a point to buy yourself something of that nature you best be damn sure you don’t lose it. Or that you leave it at your home desk. That is just my opinion on the subject. This is why I don’t spend a lot of money on things like this. It is just so not worth it. I really cannot afford this anxiety today to be honest. It’s just too too much. I am always made to feel like I’m the careless one. Accidents happen I realize that; and it wouldn’t be such a big deal if the level of upset wasn’t so distressing. Anyway things are just things. But I did awake that morning thinking what. I was thinking about how my notebooks were stolen all those many years ago. And I suppose it was some kind of prescience on my part. Anyway now I am totally preoccupied and I don’t want to be. I’m already dealing with so many stresses…anyway it really turned out to be nothing in the end because the missing item wasn’t. It was in the glove compartment of the car. Crisis averted and lesson learned. And an hour of my day down the tubes, but there are far worse things. So now to resume our regularly scheduled programming. Well let me just say first how weird this all is because the morning we awoke in the hotel where it was assumed said item was left: I was overwhelmed with pangs from my twenties when I took all my notebooks to Florent for a full day in the air conditioning reading through all my words and annotating—this will be for a show, this will be for a novel, on and on—the prime notebook of which dated to 1983 in which was inscribed a poem I wrote for S. now in her own hand (as she gave me the note book) with the sign off Grenoble, 1983 (now write!). I haven’t refused the command in any case.

So it’s still before ten o’clock in the morning, and I don’t have a client for another six hours, thus I should be able to still hit all necessary marks. Unlike yesterday I actually do need to achieve something tangible today. But still I’m not going to stress myself in the least. I want to have as chill a day as possible. And that requires some focus on my part as much as it does relaxation. I turn on the TV and see these older women in a line holding Women for He who must not be named signs. And all the women have died blond hair. They have died blond hair because they are fucking racists. Okay I’m giving myself exactly fifteen minutes to get this day back on track: So I will get a whole bunch of stuff to Brad, then I will review my history for the dottore, then I will rejig my schedule regarding the book and then I will pack things up. Anything else that bubbles to the surface in this process will be fine. I suppose I can just get this party started and write more later. But I have this weird process of needing to completely certain things before starting others. It’s just the way it goes for me typically but I will give this whole thing a whirl. You’re not reading this anyway. Going to make a move!

And I did. Wound up getting a goodly amount of work done. The trick on Friday will be to go through what I have written on the computer as compared with what I have in the looseleaf book because that will constitute pre-write day one. That will be a good process. We have been relying on old Ab Fab reruns as a traquilizer at night. There is a commercial on TV right now that is using White Rabbit by the Jefferson Airplain…I think  it’s Celebrity cruise line. Good lord. A giant moat filled with reptiles. Russia if you’re listening I hope you take this fucker out. I am doing my very best but not sure it’s good enough. I really do try to strive. Or is that redundant. All I know it that we are filling this fucker out. I have been so abstemious and so focused. And I really am working hard to toe..tow..the line, whatever that means. We made a lovely Caesar salad with our trick-o-shrimp, which is buying already cooked and cleaned shrimp, like for shrimp cocktail, and then we heat up some hot oil and red chili flakes and garlic and then sort of toss the shrimpies in it.

To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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