On Saggitarian...

My Centaur mocks me?

It's hard to say on a day when hope and faith in the universe don't seem to make sense, that my astrological calling heeds that I have a sense of clarity and purpose. Maybe I need to stop listening to Bruce Springsteen. All I know, is that if the cosmos are right, if I am indeed a wise prophet by the very virtue of my December birthdate in the right year under the right planetary conditions, perhaps the clouds are just that. After all, clouds are just heavy water.

Anyway, I have far too much on a to do list for today to spend a lot of time thinking about it... I will schedule that kind of contemplation for when I should be sleeping--after all, it is best to schedule it now rather than just have it pop up on me unexpectedly when I was hoping to sleep. :)

Have a lovely Saturday.