I don't know what I'm missing here, but I'm pretty sure that as this perfected I was in Radio Shack returning the unopened piece of crap camera I bought in a frenzy on Saturday, when Jupiter sextiled the Sun. Two people I vaguely know were in the store at the same time, and as we acknowledged that we had met before, one of them said "Oh, you're the New Yorker from London", to which I gave my toss of the head and self-deprecating "uh" noise, my usual response to being so identified.
Was that Chiron? *Should* I have smiled and said "That's me", because it is and I am? Whether I should or not, I can't say that I was distressed and hurt, the way astrology cookbooks say I *should* have felt. Au contraire, I was feeling totally pleased with myself that I was taking the stupid camera back and getting the refund to my credit card immediately, instead of sticking the unopened box in a closet and paying $142 for something I bought on impulse that wasn't what I wanted.
So I dunno. The slowest moving planet wins, according to Michael Lutin. This must have been Pluto in the Eighth and self-mastery at last. Yeah, right.
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