Planet Mercury goes Retrograde (an apparent backwards orbital motion) for about three weeks. During that time my thinking processes get discombobulated.
Messages get screwed up, even to small degrees.
No signing of checks. No transacting business that requires my signature. Watch my money closely - Ha!
Don't even talk to me, but if you do, even a simple chat on the sidewalk will be a little off kilter. The conversation breaks off with some laughing awkwardness, with both of us slightly shaking our heads as we walk our separate ways - wtf's up with him?
Know what it feels like to have your brain in a vice? Your thoughts squeezed like bizarro orange juice with all the seeds and pulp dropped messily in a glass with no care or concern, with utter abandon, utter reckless abandon? And little juice to wash it all down?
Well, Mercury goes Direct now, today, back to its "normal" orbit. Whatever was weighing on me for three weeks is now lifting. Whatever I decided to do three weeks ago that got interrupted I can now proceed with...or not.
Life goes on. Psychotic pedestrians still talk to themselves. The crazy drivers on the 101 are still there, yes, but at least now I don't feel like shooting them.
When I look in the mirror I still see another wrinkle. Two weeks ago I was mouthing Fuck!
But now I can shrug it off...Ahh...Sawright...Fuhgedaboudit!!
The bottom line of retrograde Mercury.... going Direct is......Whew!