Libra 12° (October 5)

Today was okay but it too could have been a bit better. We headed to Reading after a slow check out and everyone (but me) were slated to go to a wedding in New Hampshire where only S. and I (of all the family members) would have been placed at a table with strangers. As brother-in-law also did not go, S. was able to take his seat and actually sit with her own family. Good grief. Well the entire week was dismantled really because the original plan was to go to Canada and stop at this New Hampshire wedding, that of her cousin’s son, on the way. Well I’m surely not being looked on favorably but I’m not in a mind to care about that. I will look after the dog and nurse myself back to health a bit. And anyway I have this to write which is really really fun. I did end up doing some chatting with friends but that was about it. I think Mike is kind of pissed off that Dave said he wasn’t coming as a result of Tony cancelling. Hey, what can I say other than maybe Dave is right, which I did. Steve wasn’t making any appearances on the email thread so que sera sera. I’m certainly not going to beg people to come. The dog is very cute she never really left my side and when I went to bed she came with me. Adorable. I took a bunch of pictures. Also of the rabbit mace under the sink. Do they really kill rabbits in their yard. It’s not like they grow a plethora of vegetables or anything that would warrant killing bunnies. Oh I dunno what’s wrong with people but things are. They definitely are. I watched some bad movie on television I can’t actually remember. I’m not here to be literary today in case you haven’t noticed, I’m just here to speed things along.

There’s not much more to say today. I wish there had been. There nearly was. But I need to go back to break neck speed. This will be the month of Sundays where every night features a Blue Moon. This will be The Eight Days and Nights of William Willing. This will be the time when all the magic circles back, when all the lights are burning, when all shall be forgiven. This is when the magic can begin. I will put it to the test. I won’t have a single respite. I will power through and all will be long magical twelve hour days. It will simply be the time it happened. Then there will be anothe eight days to tweak the fuck out of it. This is when all shall be revealed. When the power will be in full force en route to the day the veil will be the thinnest. I’m just going to have to power through and do what I do. Joey Arias’ archives are now at the Harvard Library. I wish I knew what that meant. What sorts of things would he have given them (and what would he have received in return)? It all seems a crazy thing does it not? There isn’t all that much to do really. We just need to keep on plugging away. And that can be it’s own reward really. I found myself some soup and ate it. I am feeling uneasy, at odds. I tried, lord knows I tried to affect some happy outcome but all attemps were aborted. That’s okay.

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.

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