Astrology is something I’m more inclined to giggle at than take terribly seriously, but there’s something to be said for how nutso people get around the full moon (especially noticeable when working in a hospital).
And I’ve just about reached the end of my patience because in the last week or so every goddamn plan I’ve made has gone haywire.
I wrote like a fiend the week before last! This week? Every word is like torture and I hate it all.
Plans with family and friends? Cancelled, rescheduled or otherwise made incredibly inconvenient.
Communication? Try miscommunication!
*bangs head against keyboard*
Mercury in Retrograde is when the planet appears to be moving backwards (although this is basically just an optical illusion). See here for the actual astronomical explanation. In astrological terms it’s supposed to be a time of chaos when communication, travel, and technology go completely haywire.
On a whim I decided to check the dates for the year when Mercury is in Retrograde. What do you know? January 21-February 11. Awesome.
Do I really believe that the motion of the planets is making my life go wonky? Meh, not really. No more than the possibility of it being caused by little green men from Mars or government conspiracies or my cats playing really nasty tricks on me because I won’t buy them cat treats. You know, anything is possible and I like to keep an open mind, but I don’t really care what’s causing it. I just want it to stop.
Because I’m about at the end of my rope and I could really use a break. And let’s hope it’s not Mercury in Retrograde because that means I have nearly two more weeks of this.
So whether it’s the cats, or the little green men, or planetary alignment; fair warning, I’m probably going to pretty grumpy until it’s all over and done with.
And if you really need me I’ll be curled up under a rock with a nice bottle of gin and some chocolate until it all blows over.