I wrote a bunch of horoscopes, sheesh, slowly yanking each one out of my foggy brain, and I even liked a few. I might have gotten as far as Capricorn. And then poof, one accidental “select all” followed by blogger’s incessant autosave, and it’s all gone.
I can’t remember what they were about, but I
got up really early to write, and it’s dark and cold and beautiful around
here, so I guess I'll just be happy that this little mishap prompted me to go stand outside
in the dark and see that sliver of a moon that was so sweet and not very lurky.
Cake Boss loves the moon. It’s almost like the third person in her marriage -- she
wants to move to where she can be closer to it, see it more often with less
hassle, spend evenings with it. I
have mixed feelings. The moon is
amazing, but can also be a little lurky sometimes, especially when it’s that
just past full phase, waning gibbous, I guess you call it. But this morning, the air was crisp and
cold and dark and starry and the moon was perfect.
I spent a little while trying to reconstruct
the horoscopes, and then I was like, really? Is this how you plan to spend your little bit of time on the planet?