The dread mercury retrogade will be over soon and … perhaps I may resume my life. There are three this year. Aberrations, blots on the calendar when nothing can be scheduled that will not be met with abject failure. I peek out from under the foil blanket that covers the fortress in my bedroom. The foil is meant to shield me from the rays of this sinister reversing planet that would leave me bereft of all common sense and willpower. My eyes sting from lack of sleep, but who can miss a moment’s vigilance during this dreaded configuration? In the
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