Scorpio 0° (October 23)

Awoke in the night and was up until you know who did one of her famous sleep spells. I’m telling you–they work. And I had this series of vignettes of vividly dreamy sleep. S. was talking to our friend in Switzerland and I saw I had a text message on my phone but I didn’t have my glasses on and when I went down stairs, I could see lights on in the basement through the cracks in the steps. And then someone called my name of course it was J. with the fire inspector barking directives. They were there to inspect the new furnace and talk about other stuff. Can we come up? Sure (I’m in my pajamas) but sure. Anyway after they left I saw J. had texted just half an hour before; meaning at seven thirty to say he’s coming at eight. Thanks for the warning pals. Really it wasn’t a big deal but it’s just funny what things people feel comfortable doing or don’t. I couldn’t be that cavalier about someone else’s private morning time; but thankfully we do keep modified farmers hours. I did manage to get a bit of work done which was good and then I got to that place that one often does in writing (non-fiction anyway) where you could line up all the various points still needing hitting in so many different ways, all the while a whole set of other points are flashing in your brain while, as you type, their are even newer points that just follow from the previous sentence which you have to put down. It is definitely the cluster fuck moment in this process where I will have to step away in order to gain some perspective. Anyway we have a client today, and one tomorrow too, so I’m not going to try and overdo it, really, until Friday when (and I will!) I bring it all home. I felt completely stressed out earlier—bodily—and now I feel so drastically the opposite, like I’m going to float out of my body. I’m not really sure what it is. Osteoporosis? Happiness? That was just an old 30 Rock joke. Boy could I ever use a show like that to laugh at now in my life. The world first became humorous and now it has become dangerous all because of the Mango in the Maga. I really truly want to see him pay for everything he has done. Why is nobody calling him a war criminal on top of everything else—human trafficker, drug addict, money launderer, rapist, thief, how many more negative Gemini iterations can one think of here? New paragraph:

I am literally giving myself five minutes to figure out what next I want and need to say. The enormity of what I’m dealing with professionally would make anyone else’s head spin until it twisted clear off. I am going to look up barley water. I am going to search for a certain someone I know who was arrested in Florida because when folks are arrested in Florida it is made known (usually) unless you have ways around that which I doubt most people do. Sure enough there he was. I truly doubt those who would be impacted by this are aware of the visibility of this arrest. I suppose one should let the chips fall where they may. I will have to send Jen and Ian regrets as we are definitely not going to make it to Provincia next week. I will be achieving my goal today without fail. I must make this work even though I am beside myself with a certain brand of distraction. I have to just get rid of it and keep moving I have pages and pages to get through and I will do a timed writing of half an hour on this here today to plow through the mountain, I know what that refers to specficially. The son of Tony Randall made this amazing video plea for funds for his film. I will likely give a little something to the cause. He is at Wesleyan. He seems very smart and very cool and very confident which makes me happy. In many ways it must have been difficult growing up knowing you had an elderly papa who didn’t last to see his children grow. At the same time T. offered so many opportunities and would have passed in the knowledge that he finally had progeny and that makes me very happy indeed.

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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