My Thanksgiving visit to Texas went exactly as the stars said it would:  Venus in Libra ensured happiness and tranquility with my family and friends, and MERCURY RETROGRADE forewarned me that the flights would be a shitshow of cancellations, reschedulings, and lost luggage.  Also, I don’t know what the astrological sign of tacos is, but there’s a taqueria right off of 290 in Giddings that is just the platonic ideal of what a taco shop should be.

Speaking of MERCURY RETROGRADE,  it’s quite busy being a bastard this week.  First of all, it’s hanging out in Scorpio indicating sexual dysfunction.  Second of all, it’s part of an alignment with Venus also indicating problems with your love life.  However, that alignment intersects with another one through the sun of Sol-Jupiter-Terra.  Now this leg is a good sign, indicating that things are going really well in one’s home life.  So maybe… you get hammered and approached by a hottie, but you will be too drunk to fuck and this saves your marriage?  Your pool boy suffers a groin injury and suddenly your partner pays more attention to you?  Honestly, I’m having trouble with some of these interpretations.  MERCURY RETROGRADE is causing all sorts of inexplicable self-contradictory problems at work and the insomnia been acting up as a result.  Since the sun is the intersection of these two alignments, the end result should generally be good.  So under the horses-not-zebras principle, this pair of alignments probably means that there will be an incident of coitus interruptus, but one which will result in a good story that winds up making you closer to the party with whom you were interruptus-ed.