Horoscope for week of February 28, 2013

Sagittarius (November 22-December 21)
"Don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter," wrote the Persian mystic poet Rumi. "It's quiet, but the roots are down there riotous." I think you're like that winter garden right now, Sagittarius. Outwardly, there's not much heat and flash. Bright ideas and strong opinions are not pouring out of you at their usual rates. You're not even prone to talking too loud or accidentally knocking things over. This may in fact be as close as you can get to being a wallflower. And yet deep beneath the surface, out of sight from casual observers, you are charging up your psychic battery. The action down there is vibrant and vigorous.

There were times I thought there was a lot of white noise in my bedroom. Now I think it's the sound of the sap running in the trees outside my window. This is the time of year for that to happen. Are you due for a Sugar Snow?

( In Atlanta On Monday... )

Stupidity can get VERY expensive. Don't let this happen to you.

"...they scrubbed that 'volunteer' mission you heard about."--punchline from one of Bob Stevens' There I Was comics.

We have about a quarter inch or so of icy slush on the pavement, so driving to Knoxville to exchange some computer components to get Precious running isn't going to happen today.

*Watches Moonshine rest under her cozy carport*

I'm sure we can all abide by that.

Today the class projects involved the differing methods of inspecting components. As a result, my fingers have been coated with "penetrant" dye and it will probably take a few days to wear it off. I look even more frightful than usual. :(

At least I'm not as frightful as the weather is looking now. Cold and windy and not-sticky-yet pellet snow.

Right now, we have perhaps half an inch of snow on the ground topped with sleet/refreezing rain mix. Which means that unless something drastic happens I'll probably spend both Saturday and Sunday completely in the confines of Rather Manor. But I did enough travel on the Mountain Home jaunt Friday to make up for it.

Since Dad found the copy of The Great Gatsby my thought was to have it to read in the waiting rooms of the hospital. Only I realized how familiar I happen to be with the book, and only felt the need to skim a couple dozen or so places. Read it the first time in High School, then again, likely in a break between summer terms or after I graduated college. Saw the Robert Redford movie at least once that I can recall.

The bizarre alternative fiction recesses of my mind played with the possibility of a revisionist antithesis story, one in which Gatsby comes straight back to Daisy after the Great War and forgoes his meteoric rise of vainglory. Would Daisy marry him, or keep looking for a Tom Buchanan? Would Jordan steal him from Daisy and ruin him? Something tells me somebody else had this idea first.

I may work on the final chapter of Chillin' Out soon...well over ten years after I started it. I guess I was spurred on...Gatsby had a hand in it...but so did other things. More To Come.

( ...This Was One Of My Nursery Songs )

And a part of me wants a "mash-up" of this song with Elvis' "Kentucky Rain"!

"Whine not about rainfall, lest it become snowfall."

Overnight and much of the day we had snow here. The ground was too warm for it to stick other than in the shaded places, but the sound of sheet ice tumbling off the roof woke me up this morning. The sun's breaking through the clouds now, but the rest of the day is still horridly dreary.

I had planned on travel tommorow but now I doubt I'll feel like it. Sometimes Cabin Fever is the lesser of two ills.