I am not changing zodiac signs. No matter what.
I’m wishy washy–and I don’t care!!
(Note excessive use of exclamation points)
Guess what, though . . . I am still a Pisces under the “new” system. Not that I believe that strongly in astrology, but I can’t get rid of my favorite mug and all those great rubber stamps.
So that this journal does not turn into the Journal of Gloom, I will not mention the sad extended-family stuff that goes on tomorrow except to ask for some positive thoughts for us and for David, Alice, Elizabeth, and Jeff. It’s raining, and despite my explanations to the Universe that this is called the “Pathetic Fallacy” (the weather is imitating the characters’ emotions, that is), it’ll probably rain some more tomorrow in Fort Worth. I shall now eat a yogurt.
(A container of yummy stuff, not the monster “Yogurt” that lives under Xzunic molds on the planet Mongo. Just to make things clear.)
Hope you had a nice Martin Luther King holiday. We watched a parade on one of the UHF stations. Otherwise, we didn’t accomplish a darn thing. Who’s with me on this?