I woke to permakitten Grace knocking over not one but two vases of tulips–smelly flower water and all. While making coffee, I read about Trumpcare for 10 minutes and subsequently broke my last two wineglasses pretty much just by looking at them. (A disturbance in the force.) Then I received an email informing me a good money gig I’ve held for 15 years is officially kaput. So far I consider this morning the personal equivalent of Groundhog’s Day: The sun is shining, six more weeks of Venus Retrograde shadow.