Mercury Is Back In Retrograde!

Today has been okay—not really great, but not really bad either, thanks to Merc. I have spent most of the last two days with my head buried under paperwork and I have accomplished much, so I feel good about that, but there is still more to do.

I should be used to it by now, because for the past twelve years, the last two weeks of December always seem to be the busiest time of the year for paperwork, but this year having Mercury in retrograde officially starting today and ending on January first, makes it a little more interesting, frustrating and complicated for me.

For example, yesterday when I needed to print out some letters that needed to go out—Hewie, our normally faithful printer, decided to take a thirty-minute time-out, so he could have a nervous breakdown in my office. It seemed that every time that I pushed his button, he would start spitting out one blank page of letterhead after another as fast as he could—with all of his lights lit up, and madly flashing.

After reloading paper, time and time again and witnessing his bizarre behavior, I decided to quit pushing his buttons and do what needed to be done, so I left my office to go get some of that New Mexico sweet grass to be used for smudging, that Cindy had sent to me a while back.

Ten minutes later, after smudging the entire trailer, which was full of smoke, but smelled really good—Hewie was cured and he went back to printing everything that I asked him to print! It was amazing to me, but Tony didn't like it, because he doesn't like for me to smudge and "stink up" our trailer.

This afternoon when I returned from visiting Kinky, over at the Lodge, it was our fax's turn to act up. I was trying to send a fax up to Burleson, Texas, when Felix decided to eat the piece of paper and crumple it up, instead of doing his job. After retyping and trying to resend the fax four more times—I smudged the trailer again, but this time it didn't work, so tomorrow morning, because the people don't have a computer, Tony is going to snail mail it for me, when he goes to the Old Timer in Medina, to see his friends and drink coffee with them.

I wish that I had something more exciting to write about tonight, but that's about it for now.

P.S. Fourth, please don't let T. forget, tomorrow morning, to give you the signed book I put in Buttermilk.

Y'all have a great evening!