I do love Rob Brezny's Free Will Astrology, which appears every week in Halifax' weekly newspaper The Coast. This week it says:
As part of the arrangement your soul entered into before you were born, you were given the mission to accomplish five specific miracles. Three of these you have not yet even guessed the nature of. Why? For one thing, none of your elders or teachers ever named them for you while you were growing up. Secondly, you have been overly timid about imagining what you're capable of. That's the bad news, Cancerian. The good news is that you're very close to the mystery spot where one of those undiscovered dreams has been moldering.
Hmmmm......
Any ideas, folks?
Himself's horoscope is spot on:
The complexity of your current astrological aspects almost overwhelmed me. I couldn't see how to compose a meaningful oracle in the face of such rich and confounding prospects. I was stumped. Then, as my deadline approached, the unthinkable happened: I decided to goof off. Fleeing my office, I wandered down to the beach, where I strolled aimlessly and emptied my mind. At one point I spied a fortune cookie perched absurdly on top of a fence post. The moment I broke it open and read the fortune inside, I knew I'd found the perfect message for you. It said, "If you have a difficult task, give it to a lazy man. He will find an easier way to do it."
Not that Queenie is insinuating for one second that Himself is a lazy man, ohnosireebob.... it's just that when the shit hits the fan, Queenie's approach is to run around in ever-decreasing circles and Himself's approach is to let the shit slide off the fan.... slowly... and then clean up what's left when the fan stops moving.
A far superior approach.
But hey, I may be a headless chicken, but I'm a miracle-working headless chicken.
SO THERE!!
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