Spring Full Seed Moon
I have stars in my eyes. Literally. The opthamologist dilated them and I forgot to ask for the reversal drops. I see little extra rays of light if I look at something bright.
My suspicious nerve has not changed, looks good. Yeah.
Kate and I plan to try a new Vietnamese restaurant for lunch. Sounds fun to me. I always like dates with Kate.
The Dow continues to hop around, uncertain of this or that. Investor psychology is the whole deal on Wall Street in spite of the fancy numbers and elaborate formulas, even those generated by theoretical physicists. The gyrations and chaos of the market make it more appealing to me than it would be otherwise. I like its tendency to defy expectations.
If something as straightforward, relatively speaking, as the market confounds us, why do we expect life to come in a easy to understand form? We have many more transmutations than the market.
