Not much doubt about how this manifested - reduced to tears when on the phone with a good friend from Silver who was showing some understanding of and empathy towards the current state of affairs in my life, all the while dealing with her own bowl of cherries in a way I can only wish I could emulate. Timing could hardly have been worse; my proposed sub-tenant was due to arrive any minute to hand over the security deposit yet still I found - cue string section - a lump rising in my throat and the hot tears coursing down my cheeks at the thought of Star Child being the innocent and unwitting cause of so much turmoil and unhappiness, and maybe even the instigator of my new life as writer of bodice-rippers and tear jerkers should this overwrought and purple prose continue.
Today - Saturday - the day before the Big Day of the full moon in Cancer exactly square my Sun when the moving van is due to pull up outside to deliver me and Sweet Pea to our new and separate lives in Cambridge if the woman I'm going to be living with ever lets me know her address, I am blessed enough to have Mercury trining Venus from the Eighth, which I suppose means I need to get myself down to Daffy's on 57th and spend some of that other-people's-money-which-is-now-mine-until-I-get-the-refusal-to-allow-sublet-notice from my landlord and try on the jeans I thought I liked when I saw them last week. It's a good thing I don't actually need them, or I'd be thinking of that "Beware of ventures that require new clothes" quote, and taking a few more bags of books to the thrift shop instead.
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