Small, annoying things: the bus that never shows, the canceled appointment, the report due three weeks earlier than the deadline I'd planned for.
No surprise: the days coming up to my birthday on Sunday are typically annoying, frustrating, and emphasize anything that makes me wait or ignores my presence – then on the day itself things tend to cheer up. I can hardly wait.
It's supposedly the Scorpio rising that I have attached to my Sagittarius: darkness, anger, malice, obscuring the sunny confidence a Sagittarius should project. One of my students cast my horoscope and used it as the basis for a piano piece – the first movement was performed at last week's concert, the other eight movements (!) still to be written. The first movement was of course about the first house – where apparently Venus is battling with Scorpio: all too understandable – love crossed by shadows.
That Scorpio rising: boy, the damage....
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