The best laid plans …

of mice and men, and astrologers, oft gang agley. (Archaic Scottish spelling is not my forte; sorry, dear readers.)

And I also owe all of you another apology for not posting on this last Friday. Suffice it to say that a Triple Monday, or the Moon itself going retrograde (no, don’t be concerned – it can’t) would have been equivalent to all that transpired when the sand in the hourglass set aside for completion of scheduled tasks … ran out. I shan’t bore you with details; too many, too mundane, too monotonous – but I shall post again on this coming Friday.

Or else.

With my best regards, your favorite ancient astrologer, Madame Zombra