It's March. March always feels like this, I think. Well, except for the minus 40 windchills, that's more January. But March is hard: things get busy, but there isn't even a promise of summer yet. At least Mercury will go direct tonight: I don't know how much recent weirdness it's been responsible for in my life, but something's sure been making communication more difficult.
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It's March. March always feels like this, I think. Well, except for the minus 40 windchills, that's more January. But March is hard: things get busy, but there isn't even a promise of summer yet. At least Mercury will go direct tonight: I don't know how much recent weirdness it's been responsible for in my life, but something's sure been making communication more difficult.
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