I’ve heard about Mercury going into retrograde for years now. It’s a nice way to blame the fuck ups of life on something large. Bigger than how disorganized I may be, or forgetful, or uncommunicative, or cranky. If it’s Mercury’s fault – it’s all good. This week, yes, Mercury is in retrograde and its been weird. I’ve heard about serious car accidents, had many cancelled appointments, a sick cat that wouldn’t eat about ten different food choices, the mover that lost the glass on our vintage sideboard during the move, came with replacement glass that didn’t fit and then yelled at me because I asked if he would be returning soon with the right size, “Why do all my customers expect me to eat the financial loss? We moved your all your furniture for $800!” And that’s what you quoted and you lost my freakin’ antique glass!! Jeez. Then I got a typed note from the new neighbor that said although she doesn’t want to cramp my style, she would like me to remove the small plants I put on the front porch because UPS needs that area… ok – hale UPS and screw my view outside only my window… And I text-yelled at 3 people for disappointing me when all they did was cancel on me at the last minute and mess up my day, even though they didn’t mean it.

Shit happens. But a lot of shit has happened this week. So, I am officially blaming it all, including my loud mouth and this rant, on Mercury!