I did what we’re never supposed to do: I looked right up at the sun because it was obscured by the hazy smoke drifting down from the Canadian wildfires. It looked eerily like the moon when clouds pass mysteriously in front of it, only this was the mighty sun, probably damaging my retinas in my foolish act of defiance.
It’s been a week of recklessness, as Mercury continues in its messy retrograde motion and a new moon prowls the sky invisibly. Astrologically, this is said to be a shit show, especially for a Virgo, and I’m definitely in the difficult feels about practically everything. (Forewarned is fair warned: stop fucking with me.)
Things are also said to bring great relief when this retrograde ends around July 23rd. That’s always been a good date for me, so I’ll be laying low and doing my best to keep quiet until then. (This would not be a good time to bet on that happening however, so apologies in advance for all that I’m about to say or do. Again, stop fucking with me.)
