Monday, December 21, 2020

The Longest Night


Welcome to Winter.  Today is the shortest day of the year.  There are all sorts of planetary events you can read about in the newspapers today.  It is the beginning of a new Age of Aquarius.  According to Mr. Fixit who is astrologically inclined, things are going to get much better for me.  

Either the old age didn't end so well or the new one didn't begin as predicted.  I had a horrible night.  I don't believe I slept.  At one point, I turned to the clock and read that it was 4:30.  Well, I thought, I've had quite a bit of sleep.  Later, I turned and looked again.  It was 1:30.  My eyes aren't so good any more.  I got up and took half a nerve pill.  What was happening in my head wasn't something anyone would want.  But the nerve pill never really took hold, at least not much.  Maybe a little.  I didn't sleep but the dreaming was a bit less traumatic.  I'd dream and wake, dream and wake. 

I guess tonight will be the longest of the year.  These long nights are killing me.  

I have much work today, work that Mr. Fixit left.  Yesterday I painted the railings on the stairs he rebuilt.  I didn't like it.  Today I must deal with the stacks of old stairs left in the yard.  I am stymied as to what to do with it.  I have fellows coming to pressure wash the house tomorrow, so I have major amounts of materials to move and to haul.  After that, I will see how much painting must be done.  I don't want to do any of that, either.  

I am ready to hire a contractor.  

Oh, and after watching all those pole vault videos, I headed out to the track.  I need to lose some weight if I want to look like those girls.  I went out to do some gentle interval running.  I limped back to the car.  My knee and calf feel as if they need surgery this morning.  

I switched to yoga videos last night.  They inspired me.  I did some stretching and cut off the scotch and switched to herbal tea.  

My back is killing me this morning, too.  

Could that have been the cosmos' last beat down of me for awhile?  Could this really be the Age of Aquarius?  Might I truly come into a little luck?  

I will buy lotto tickets tonight.  I'd like millions, but I would be happy with enough to cover my house repair costs and my losses in the market.  I'm not greedy.  I just need some help. 

I haven't been able to bring myself to watch any Christmas shows nor listen to any carols, hipster or otherwise.  Too afraid.  Everything scares me now.  I have never been this low.  

I just went to read my horoscope.  Here is what I found. 
You might think that by giving yourself boundaries you'll give yourself more self-discipline. This is definitely not the case, though, especially today when you'd be better off just letting yourself go. Enough with the self-imposed restrictions. You need some more freedom in your life, and you should give yourself that freedom. Don't schedule everything down to the minute. Leave room for spontaneity and last-minute ideas. They're usually the best, anyway.

AND. . . I found this!

When looking at the upcoming astrology, 2020 will be the worst year for these three zodiac signs: Gemini, Libra, and Aquarius.

 I TOLD YOU!!!  It was!  How do they know these things?  You know, I don't believe in this stuff at all.  It is like a mentalist's trick, though.  I mean, when I read the personality characteristics for my sign, it is pretty much spot on.  Spooky.  

I tried to find an appropriate photo to illustrate today's post, but I couldn't.  I haven't taken a single photo in over two months.  Maybe in the new year.  2021.  

Perhaps I'll toss the bones and see what comes up tonight.  What else is there to do?

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