It’s Mercury retrograde these days you know. I don’t particularly—well, really don’t at all—believe in astrology, but damn if there doesn’t seem to be something to this Mercury retrograde thing. Or maybe we’re just all a tad inclined to hysteria, for entirely good reasons, which leads to miscommunication these days.

At any rate, some good thoughts to help us get through. For one night at least:

Sweet dreams, Moonbats. Drink some sweet wine and sleep under a cover smoothed by your own hands. Dream about a train that pulls into the right station, a bird that tells you the secret that you need to know, a monster who turns into a friend, a kettle of soup that nourishes your Better Self.

Let the wind sing you a lullaby and let the waves rock you in the bosom of Abraham.

When the opportunity presents itself I gotta remember to ask Hecate what “rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham” means to a wiccan. Besides a nice song (of which I cannot find a single decent version on youtube) that is. I imagine most of you know at least the Elvis version anyway, although i do not link to elvis.

(or apropos of none of the above, there is this very sweet little vid of which I am very fond that you can listen to instead. Cheers..and watch that nipple.)