SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): Judging from the current cosmic omens, I surmise that you need to have a nice, long communion with the waters of life. You're overdue to be influenced by the vast oceans that cover 71 percent of planet Earth; you need to have a visceral experience of the fact that life originally sprang from the sea and that your body is 60 percent water. If you don't live within easy traveling distance of a trillion-gallon baptismal font, I suggest you obtain a conch shell, put it to your ear, and improvise a conversation. What should you talk about? Start by asking for help in feeling as deeply as you can about every aspect of your life.
~ Free Will Astrology

Well, it hasn't actually been that long since I've been to the ocean, but I could always go again. That probably wouldn't go over too well at work, though. Gard always brings me the "Discount Cruise!" junk faxes that come in on the fax machine at work--he calls me the "Vacation Queen" or something, since I took two major vacations to the ocean within a couple of months. Of course, I probably won't take another one for nearly a year, but I guess it did seem like a lot in a short span of time.

I was talking to a friend the other day about how much I enjoyed being by the ocean, how I felt so at home there, and so comfortable, and he said something like maybe it was all those H₂O molecules feeling homesick.

There are few things nicer than coming home on a Friday night in early Spring, opening up all the windows, and just relaxing, reveling in the thought that there's a whole weekend in front of me with no plans and no commitments.

Bob was eating out at John's tonight, so I stopped at the grocery store and made a salad at the salad bar, picked up a couple of chocolate-chip bagels and some bottled water, then came home, ate, and just relaxed. I think Spring might finally be here for real.