If you’ve noticed your technology behaving like a tabby high on catnip this week, your emails vanishing into the void, or your car deciding that even ridiculously expensive gas is unacceptable—congratulations.
I honestly thought I’d left the worst of March behind me, but here we are. Mercury is retrograde, and playing fully into its Merc the Jerk reputation.
While this might sound a little woo woo to many, I believe in this the way I believe in coffee and bad deadlines. Unprovable, unavoidable, and not worth arguing about.
I knew something was up when I just walked past the bathroom and spotted Mia in flagrante lavatio—or she would have been, had there been any actual water involved.
Who knows what she was up to. Probably trying to locate a signal that Mercury hadn’t messed with. She’s been in there for forty minutes now. Results pending.
The irony of trying to edit a book about parallel universes during Mercury retrograde is not lost on me. Somewhere in an alternate dimension, a version of me finished this manuscript three weeks ago. She looks rested. I resent her.
Spirit + Flesh is coming—Mercury willing. I’ll keep you posted, assuming, of course, that this blog posts.
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