Long day at the lake. It didn’t start out that way, my day started with emergency astrology phone calls [and if you laugh at emergency astrology phone calls, I’ll smack you with my tire jack]. Then brunch at Threadgill’s and coffee at Jo’s and then I took off on foot, hit the lake trail, and wound up going the extra long way home — about 6 extra miles. But it was such a beautiful day. Sun was out, a stiff breeze was billowing up the river bottom, everything seems to be blooming. Folks dressed in their Sunday best, and my favorite, that pick up game of soccer, played on a slope. “The goal is between that stick, and where the T-shirt is. Was.” Watch carefully, there’s one player who knows how to use the slope — near as I can tell, he’s been playing on most nice Sundays. I thought the Full Moon was going to leave a Libra flavor, but yesterday was a Virgo kind of day. Virgo server at Threadgill’s. Virgo clients. Virgo this and Virgo that. “We be Virgo” day. [Includes Gemini’s with a Virgo Moon.] While waiting on Mr. Webmaster to post the pages, I found my favorite comic strip again, new location. Then, I had the weirdest thing happen — I was reading my Scorpio Scope — trying to follow my own advice — and Ma Wetzel informed me I was going to be in Dallas this coming Sunday. One must always accommodate Scorpio’s with one’s schedule.