and as I was writing that…

my Free Will horoscope came in:

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): While riding my bike along a route I’ve often
traveled, I spied an unexpected sight: Standing amidst a twist of vines
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D(["mb","was a red signpost that said "Cherry Blossom Lane." How could I not have
seen that before? I pedaled over and found the beginning of a narrow
road that had previously escaped me as well. I felt like I was in one of
those dreams where you discover a hidden magic room in the attic of a
familiar house. My heart filled with an irrational, child-like anticipation of
imminent delight. I pedaled up a steep incline, disappointed to see there
were no cherry trees in bloom. But as I reached the end of a cul-de-sac, I
spotted a glint of gold in the mud. It was a statue of Jesus and Buddha
holding hands, and there was a $20 bill taped to the bottom. Everything I
just described is a metaphor for what I predict you\’ll soon experience.

LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): Franklin D. Roosevelt was elected President of
the United States four times, but he never won a majority of the votes in
his home county of Duchess in New York. There is something comparable
going on in your personal sphere, Libra: You\’re getting more appreciation
from outside your circle than you are from inside. Is there anything you
can do about it? I think so. You now have the power to raise your
standing among those in your immediate environment. Give them a vivid
demonstration of what you\’re really worth.

SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): I foresee a time when women\’s earnings will
match men\’s and when women will compose half of every governmental
body instead of a measly ten percent. I predict an awakening that will help
men understand that the global conspiracy to cripple and demean female
power damages them as much as it does women. Until the coming of that
happy day, I recommend that you celebrate International Women\’s Day
every day–and especially during the next three weeks. Your health,
wealth, sex appeal, and wisdom will flourish in direct proportion to your
efforts to give female intelligence more room to be expressed.
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//–>was a red signpost that said “Cherry Blossom Lane.” How could I not have
seen that before? I pedaled over and found the beginning of a narrow
road that had previously escaped me as well. I felt like I was in one of
those dreams where you discover a hidden magic room in the attic of a
familiar house. My heart filled with an irrational, child-like anticipation of
imminent delight. I pedaled up a steep incline, disappointed to see there
were no cherry trees in bloom. But as I reached the end of a cul-de-sac, I
spotted a glint of gold in the mud. It was a statue of Jesus and Buddha
holding hands, and there was a $20 bill taped to the bottom. Everything I
just described is a metaphor for what I predict you’ll soon experience.

Hells Yeah.

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