Tomight

Tonight wont be just any night, we will be at Lakeside listening.

I'm hoping that this cranial contraption known as a "migraine" will have subsided by seven o'clock.

That's what Meredith calls it and according to the Scientific American and Hildegard von Bingen that's what it is.

Swirly things in my vision and lethargy.

But no "ache" which doesn't qualify it as a "headache" as far as I'm concerned.

Suffering the slings and arrows of an outrageous symphony orchestra does qualify.

The lethargy is the annoying part.

Hildegard painted pictures of the swirly thing thing ("auras" is what Scientific American calls 'em nothing in your philosophies so wondrous that "science" can't make stuffily boring)

This issue contains a bit of oedipal snottiness about astrology.
The word means "mapping (or recording) the stars" and making up stories about them.
Which is all that there is to do about any thing, let alone the stars.

There is also an unfunny page about horoscopes, and how useless they are.
Like spending billions to go to the Moon or try to find water on Mars or life in outer space makes sense.

There is life here, and here is in outer space.
There is water here.

"science" should learn to deal with that before it goes off on lunatic quests for extraterrestrial holy grail.

My horoscope (Seattle Times one anyway) advises me to "love my neighbor"
What nonsense, Eh, "science"?

Well, you're my neighbor and I think it is a good idea.

Yes, even you....who is most not likely reading this, but who claims the idea as the basis for her philosophy.

I'd write more, but I have a headache.