Sun in the Seventh

Well it's been there for five days and for this past week I've been totally alone, so I can't say as how I've learned too much about myself through any intimate one-on-one encounters so far. 

Early days, though. Two and a half weeks to go.  

COVID Rising

I wish I'd coined it but I didn't. Anyway, because of it the tennis courts at the University here were locked down (up?) last Monday for two weeks, leaving me totally depressed and miserable until I woke up this morning, went on eBay and bought myself a newer denim shirt than the one I have (in rags) that I may or may not like when it gets here but it made me feel much better and then I realized Venus is opposing Venus and went outside for more clean-up. 

Mars goes Direct...

 .... and I hang my head in shame at only today realizing his/its recent stationary retrograde position two degrees from *my* sun  just might *explain* my complete and total disinclination to do anything at all for the past two weeks except lounge around and read Carl Hiassen - yet another example of Astrologer Heal Thyself and You Cannot Do Your Own Chart. 

Never mind. The wind is in the sails now and I spent a happy afternoon playing with my indoor plants and then deciding, for the first time in my life, to soak my feet in a basin of hot water with Epson Salts in it and use a little nub of pumice stone to get the hard skin off my feet. 

Other than that I've never done it before, there's nothing too spectacular (and definitely nothing too glamorous) about it, until you realize that my natal Mars is in Pisces and Pisces rules the feet and so...

Here it goes again, being literal.

 it is maybe I haven't been feeling too energetic it's/he's the planet that rules *my* sun

Mercury trine Saturn

Serious thinking, eh? I'm not surprised, what with the past few weeks of Saturn squaring the little trickster and me not having Internet and then last week's preoccupation with Mildred, the 2004 Suburu Outback a long-time friend is giving me after its owner - friend's mother - died last month. 

And the problem with not doing this every day is that *preoccupations* with things like Mildred appear suddenly when they've been a concern for weeks, ever since I mentioned her to friends and one of them immediately offered to go to Boston to drive her back here, a wonderful idea except the poor old thing (Mildred, not friend) made it 200 miles to Poughkeepsie and collapsed, in need of a quadruple bypass and an organ transplant or two before going on. This while Zippy, much-loved little white Hyundai, sits in the driveway with the queen in the back seat in need of  a $1,800 new a/c system. (Zippy, not the queen.)

I know it's all part of the long-term transit of Uranus square Pluto that's been going on in the background for me and several million people close to me in age - for me, since May of this year and culminating in March. Nothing major haha, just sweeping away all the old and outworn structures we've built up and creating a total revolution in our lives, to paraphrase astrodienst, my favorite astrological site that Google won't let me link to, and I'm getting myself lost here in attempting to make up for not posting more often. 

Anyway, a nasty (hah!) day yesterday unable to do much except flop around and read Carl Hiassen, not the worst of all worlds by any means and you'd think by now I'd have learned that one day of sloth does NOT mean I'll never do anything constructive for the rest of my life, but there you go...

Today's a new day with sunshine and no wind and Pretty Boy appeared alive and well at the kitchen door as soon as I got up, having survived yet another night aside in the wild and heading straight for his plank when let in and sitting there squawking until brushed - and Trump has his share of VERY nasty transits ahead and all's right with the world. 

Mercury opposed to Venus

Exact just about now: The simple joy of still waking up as though the time hasn't changed, making a cup of coffee and taking it back to bed to read the UK and US Press online, something I haven't been able to do for more than two weeks, in case no one noticed.

Not a very favorable time for any difficult mental work that requires great discipline? Is it ever for me these days?

The wheel is always turning though and next up is Sun square Moon early tomorrow, i.e. today, unless I'm going to start sleep-walking. Hmmm - emotion up against conscious will. Maybe conscious will will triumph and I'll make some of the many phone calls I've been supposed to make for weeks. 

And a quick look at Trump, with his basket full of horrible aspects that knocked me out of New York after 49 years waiting in the wings for him:

Mercury sextiles his Ascendant today, quickening the poor soul's mind (all this info courtesy of astrodienst, as always, even though until I sort it out Google won't let me link) and increasing his exchanges with other people. Oh oh - Twitter here he comes. If he ever left. 

Saturn square Mercury

 No Internet for more than two weeks. Aspect perfected at 1:27 am. 

Centurylink, who were supposed to come Friday - and I found this morning DID come Friday but didn't think I was home - arrived eight hours later, a day before I was told they would come when I had to reschedule. 

Internet back. 

We Can Really laugh at Him Now

 I know we did when he was president but there was also the  possibility of bursting into tears at the same time.

Now, as he bangs his fists on his high-chair and tries to get breakfast overturned, we can really laugh. Last seven words important.

Bossie is an external adviser to the president, and he has been tapped to lead the Trump campaign’s legal challenges in key battleground states, even though he is not a lawyer.

Couldn't resist.