In Trouble
Pisces (Feb 19 - Mar 19) You sensitive Pisceans like to think of yourselves as all about free flowing ideas and creativity. Maybe you think discipline is the last thing you want or need in your everyday life. Better think again. The art of getting your act together and keeping it there may not come easily (particularly the “keeping it” there part), but that's the lesson tough old Saturn has assigned you.
Sunday. Apropos of cleaning the apartment, getting rid of the junk, selling what I can on ebay, don't you think? I write this just after a late breakfast down the way at the usual cafe, the sun bright, the attitude good and tasks to perform. Minimum: clean out Ms. Emmy's litter box and replenish it (after purchasing another bucket of the stuff at the pet store). I talked about going by my storage locker yesterday. If I goof off by cleaning up something else that needs cleaning up, I won't consider it a total cop out. More, I would guess, later.
Later. Just like that. He was born, he lived, he died. Time can pass quickly in the space between two paragraphs. Einstein would be amused. No, I did not travel to my storage locker, but I took care of Ms. Emmy, the cat who throws up each morning before settling in to breakfast and I worked on artandlife. Nothing too apparent yet, so I'll not create a link. Just artandlife, for the moment, here in Oakland.
I could get used to eating sushi in the evenings, though. Maki, anyway. I had an Alaska roll, a California roll and a New York roll with a flask of sake and Miso soup at the Sushi place at the foot of my hill for dinner. Skipped lunch. Breakfast and dinner. Not a bad way to enter an evening. A movie tonight, I think. I have one of those long Russian movies banned during the Soviet period that arrived from Netflix last week. Monks and Jesters and Princes and Tartars and Artists in medieval Russia. Or something. The blurb said is was a classic, a three and a half hour classic. Already I'm in trouble.
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