The Mayhem of Little Mister Mercury

In case you’re wondering why it’s been impossible to finish a sentence or avoid walking into walls today, not only is Mercury still retrograde but the moon’s been void of course for the last 24 hours. (Note that I am only writing about this as the moon finally shifts back into gear.) During this period Time-Warner has been out in my entire neighborhood and, though I comment not about my employer, I will say that the absence of the Internet has made it a mite difficult to do my work for them, especially as this astrological mayhem had already filled my brain with sugar and spice and nothing nice. What? Don’t ask me: I’m too cross. An otherwise perfectly nice gentleman forgot our coffee date this afternoon, and this post has already disappeared twice as I’ve attempted to type it. God knows how I’ll ever properly finish my reviews due today. But finish them I will. Workers of the world unite! Rise up against the tyranny of Young Master Mercury.

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy