I won't bore you with the details, but I'm sure an approaching Jupiter transit had something to do with the writing job that was offered to me just when I thought I'd be another statistic on the unemployment line.
Seven months later, I am almost back to normal. My physical therapist gave me my exercises to do at home (my insurance welcome over) and finally I can get back to my first love - astrology.
Now you all know where I've been and just in time. Google sent me a warning message: BLOG OR GET OFF THE POT. Or something to that effect. Neptune is still within earshot and I'll be careful to lock my doors, park in lighted areas, not take any offers to buy the Brooklyn Bridge and keep a can of insect repellant within arms reach.
I'll be lecturing this fall, giving readings and of course at my desk nine to five writing about important people. So I'm back stronger than ever, but thanks to Neptune...kinda.