Call Me When It's Over

If I never hear about Mercury going retrograde again, it will not be soon enough. Seriously people, I'm living my life with its ups and downs, doing okay most of the time, and then I see half my friends on facebook talk about Mercury. I'm one for astrology. I know my sun sign, my rising and my moon. I know my Chinese sign, including the element for my particular year. I even know my Mayan sign (Red Electric Dragon). I've had my palm read, numbers done and handwriting analyzed. But honest to god, I do not need to know when the planet of Mercury is about to swing into some sort of backwards void in which machinery breaks down, connections are missed, communications go awry and the postal service loses packages. If things are going to go wrong for the next two weeks, or three, or months, or however long this event goes on I'd rather just assume that's life rather than looking over my shoulder worried about what's coming after me.



I know this helps explain the mysteries of broken down cars and software glitches. I understand that it will provide a convenient explanation when I can't start my car one morning soon, or I drunk dial the wrong person. I get it. But I just can't handle worrying about stepping on the cracks so much.

Mercury in retrograde seems to be some kind of liberal/new age/hippie version of Murphy's law and it does nothing to help me prepare (as far as I know, no one has ever figured out how to foil that Mercury trickster). What it does do is fill me with the dread of anticipation.

I don't believe in censorship, but I swear, if there was a Mercury retrograde "hide" button on facebook, I'd be all over that.


Deep breaths Jenny. Deep breaths.