Damn astrology!

Did I mention that back in March, I had a very well-respected astrologer read my charts for the coming three years? Did I also mention that she totally and I mean TOTALLY called Duty’s heart attack? (Her words: how’s your husband’s health? my words: Fine. Why?) So, yeah. The weird thing was I had forgotten about that part – mostly because I thought it might have been the father-in-law she was picking up on. (Oh hai, blind side. I see what you did there.) It wasn’t until I was driving to the hospital the night of the heart attack that I remembered her words.

Along with that, she mentioned that during the fall I’d be experiencing a slowing-down of my forward moving energies that I’d been coasting on since the spring. Yep. That’s here too. I noticed I have written six posts for Practically Intuitive in August. SIX!! I had twelve the month before. I really do feel that the momentum that was swirling has ground to a halt and I am plodding along day by day. But, light at the end of the tunnel time – she said after November, it would pick back up and carry me along until well into the spring.

I know I sound like Eeyore these days and I really do feel like ye olde gray donkey of late. Nothing on the internets interests me at all, politics is the same old, same old fighting and bitching, I’ve run out of ideas for posts on PI, and this stupid-ass cold is hanging around still.

(Aren’t you glad you are reading this?? heh)

I’m just glad to know that this is only temporary. Lots of fun things to look forward to: a weekend of 24/7 babyholding and loving on October 3 with the nephew and godson of love, a possible costume party birthday celebration (the big 50 this year! aack!) and a vacation of some sort (not yet planned) in the near-ish future. All good stuff.

So, forgive me my Eeyore days of summer. In the immortal words of Sarah Palin: “This, also too, will … like, pass. Refudiate that, liberals!”