I looked at my chart, and I know that I am increasingly irritable these days, shouldn’t be a lasting influence, over with by the end of the week. But there are few things that seriously get my dander up. Folks write in with very specific astrology questions, like “what is the degree of the my ascendant” or “which house does the next eclipse fall in, in my chart” and then I’m supposed to stop what I’m doing, calculate a natal chart, then apply my advanced skills of astrological ability to said chart, and do this all for free. I love questions. I love getting interesting questions. I hate getting detailed questions which can only be answered by casting an astrology chart, and someone EXPECTS I’ll just stop whatever I’m doing, and cast their chart — free. I wonder if this is unreasonable? Of course, this was touched off last week by a reading for a client, and she kept telling me she was going to give me her credit card number. At the end an hour and half, she suddenly had to take another phone call and I was left holding dead airspace. Call back? Wait and see? Fire up the poison pen for a collection notice? Wait and let the wheel of fate take of me? There was one good thing I could say for yesterday, one Pisces showed up and got a reading, “But you hate Pisces,” oh no, I love them. Really. Ask whatshername. And I didn’t put a shirt on all day long. Never wore a shirt. I only wore footwear long enough to hike, too. Now that makes it a successful day, no shoes, no shirt, no problem.