...or, deconstructing what my free -- and worth every penny -- astrological forecast said this morning:
Aries (Mar 21 - Apr 19)
Your weekend began with concrete plans, but they probably fell to the wayside as you lost direction.
No kidding, buckaroo. It was screeching-halt time here. Score one for the "astrologer."
Now you can again see a clear path toward your goal,
Says who? Did I win the lottery? Nope. Did someone actually send me a check? Nix. Did anyone in my orbit suddenly develop a massive case of the do-rights? Nuh-uh.
...but your destination may be beyond your current reach. This isn't about failure; there is no reason for discouragement.
Not sure how I'm going to come up with a longer reach; maybe the Japanese are doing something clever with microchip-equipped plastic arms. It might have more to do with reality, and that's not very damn encouraging.
Instead, consider that you may have set your sights very high and it could take you longer to get there.
How long? Right now, I'm guessing the dirt nap comes first, baby.
Sheesh. I'm going back to fortune cookies....
8 hours ago