You can read as many interpretations of this aspect are there are predictive astrology sites online, and not one of them will say "You will be in a very fetching short magenta smocked top on the top of a ladder stowing fabric you cannot bear to part with in the top of a closet, expecting a phone call from your sub-tenant-to-be telling you when he will arrive, when the outside doorbell rings and there he is downstairs."
He was off by fifteen (time) minutes of exactitude, but Uranus triumphs once again; as Michael Lutin always says, If you think you can predict it, you can't, if Uranus is involved. He of course says it in a slightly snappier way, but that's the best I can do, having just woken up back around the corner in Cambridge after the best night's sleep I've had for a month. Can't remember sleeping till 9:30 am, but if yet another two solid days of sorting, packing, stowing and trashing the artifacts/detritus/remains/results of the past 38 years is what it took to achieve it, I'll happily go back to waking up at six, thank you very much.
No - I lovingly embrace <eye roll> my new life and am perpetually stunned at my naivete in thinking it had begun two Novembers ago, when I went back to my roots as a babysitter and moved into the hallway, as Uranus was sextiling the Ascendant. And of course, it had, except I wasn't expecting it to lead so smoothly (!) into the new new one that's just started.
Ah well - no time for rumination when one sleeps so late into the day, especially when the wheelie bag has to be unpacked and its contents stowed somewhere so one can return to New York to fill it up again in three days time.
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