Blame it on Saturn.
Today was full of small frustrations. Missing paperwork, traffic jams, that sort of thing. Thank goodness it was the shortest day of the year.
Astrologers say that today—the winter solstice—is expected to be the worst day of the year:
“Apparently, the sun will appear to pass in front of the constellation Capricorn hours after Saturn does likewise. This will cause both of these orbs to line up for the first time time since 1664, according to London astrologer Neil Spencer ... He insists that ... anything you try to do Thursday will be more difficult than usual, take more time and be more frustrating.”
I don’t believe in astrology, though Spencer’s prediction certainly felt true.
There was one bright spot in the day, however: I read an article about some young writer whose short story in The New Yorker landed her a seven-figure book deal. I didn’t know things like that happened anymore, and it gave me hope.
Are there really only ten days left in the year?
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