I read my horoscope in the paper, mostly because it's printed on the funny pages*. I figure I might as well read it, since I already have the paper open to that page. It's like getting a fortune cookie every day, except I have to share it with everyone else who reads the Dallas Morning News and I don't get a cookie.
Today my horoscope actually managed** to reflect the very things I had planed to do today (stay out of an argument, go bake something). How's that for a crazy coincidence? The paper also said my day was a 5 out of 10, which sounds about right as I'm still unemployed and I have this nasty chest cough which makes me sound as though I'm being savaged by a dying goose***.
Also, I made a new thing today. It's sort of a mini-scarf neck warmer thing that buttons up one side. The yarn is some cheap acrylic stuff I got in Spain, but ended up not using for a Christmas present after all. I hadn't crocheted anything in a while, and that seemed as good a reason as any to start trying to clear the junk out of my stash.
*where it belongs [back]
**though the Monkeys on a Keyboard Theory of Shakespeare Composition [back]
***And no, I didn't bake anything today after all. No one wants to eat anything after I've coughed on it. [back]