Mars stationed retrograde this morning, so as you can imagine, he was pretty amped up yesterday.  (Last day of freedom, before being thrown in the pound for 10+ weeks!)

Here’s a little Mars story for you:

My copy of the Poet’s Oracle arrived yesterday.  (I’d been anticipating its arrival since seeing that it had shipped, a few days prior.)

Unfortunately, it arrived just before I left to meet up with the first of my three students.  So, I grabbed the package on the way out the door, hoping I would find a moment to open it.

I hopped on the Beltway, and got off 6 exits up the road.  Stopped at the 1st of three lights, in the left-most turn lane .
Ah!  An opportunity.  Brief.  Just enough time to wrestle open the package.

And going again, holding the cards in my left hand as I drive.  Another light soon.

Why is this car to my right keeping pace with me?  I ignore him.

Light number 2.  The guy pulls up right beside me.  Okay, fine, then.  Window down.  (He’s attractive, actually.  Late 20s?  Not a cop?  I hope.)

He shouts:
“Were you drawing tarot cards as you were driving?” (Whoa!)

“No!” I respond.

“Well, that’s what it looked like you were doing.”

“That’s because I opened up a new deck at the last light.”

“Draw me a card!”

“Okay!” (drawing from the middle)
“It says, “Hold fast!  Keep on sticking to what you’re doing, despite the obstacles.  It’s related to Mars.”

Light changes to green.

“Whoo!  I’m a Martian!” he cries.

Windows up.  He speeds off, pulls ahead of me, makes it through that 3rd light before it turns red.

I sit and wait to turn left, and look deeper into the card.

Card from the Poet’s Oracle