It’s Sunday morning after the thaw.


MERCURY RETROGRADE.  And literally nothing else.

So maybe a bit about the eclipse?  I have to say I bought too much into the hype.  Don’t get me wrong, it was extremely cool, but there was one thing that did not meet my expectations:

The Darkness.  There wasn’t really that much of it.  I was expecting to see constellations, but the only things visible were Venus (Mercury was obscured by the sun) and Sirius.  It didn’t get that cold, and the birds didn’t get confused.  The 360-degree sunset was pretty cool though.  And of course the corona + a very red Baily’s bead at the 6:30 – 7:00 was worth making the drive for.  I was also not prepared about how for the naked eyeball the sun is either off or on, no transition between the two.  And that was a freaking fast four minutes (not to brag, but I know what four minutes feels like).


This is why the inside of my car is filthy.


Aries: 7 of Coins reversed – something that seems satisfying/successful isn’t.

Taurus: 6 of Swords reversed – A boating accident, loss, but a good chance of it being a loss of troubles.

Gemini: Queen of Cups reversed – A distinguished woman but not trustworthy, perverse woman, vice, dishonor, depravity.

Cancer: Presents, gifts, gratification, management, judgement.

Leo: 8 of Swords – Bad news, violent chagrin, crisis, censure, power in trammels, conflict, calumny, sickness.

Virgo: Temperance – Economy, moderation, frugality, management, accommodation.Ā 

Libra: 7 of Swords – Design, attempt, wish, hope, confidence; also quarrelling, a plan that may fail, annoyance.Ā 

Scorpio: Queen of Swords reversed – Malice, bigotry, artifice, prudery, bale, deceit.

Sagittarius: 9 of Coins reversed – Roguery, deception, voided project, bad faith.

Capricorn: King of Wands – Dark man, friendly, countryman, generally married, honest and conscientious.

Aquarius: Death reversed – Inertia, sleep, lethargy, petrifaction, somnambulism; hope destroyed.

Pisces: 6 of Wands – Success, great news, anticipation of good things, hope.


For Derpy and any other yoots, the summer of 1986 sounded like this: