OK, let's see how I did on my weekend predictions:
Martinis, CHECK
sugar highs, CHECK
butterfly wings, CHECK (but more kitty ears)
a Stamford party, CHECK
a long overdue boy CHECK
and some car wax if Otto's lucky. NO (but Otto is clean)
Not bad.

OK, it's time to be obsessive for a minute.
It dawned on me that I started Big Trouble a year ago, mostly because I had a lot to say about some overwhelming feelings I was having. I'm a believer in astrology, and at the time the sun was in Scorpio, typically my worst time of the year. And it was.
So I'm becoming paranoid. Today is the sun's 11th day in Scorpio. The past several days have not been bad. In fact, recent days have been great. This scares me. I am vulnerable.
Today I'm nervous, and I'm beginning to expect the worst from the next 19 days. I want it to be Nov. 23. Chris will be home, it will be Thanksgiving, December will come and bring my birthday, Bone and I go to Hungary and Wolfsburg, and then the holidays come. The entire Sagittarius span promises wonderful things.
I don't like to rush the winter. (I hate snow wheels and tires.) But the unknown scares me right now. Usually, it doesn't. In 19 days the uncertainties I have now about so many things should be deciphered. I want to know where I will stand, and more importantly with whom I will stand with, come the beginning of the end of the year.

Damn, that sounded so Sherwoodish. And I don't like her. See, I am going a little crazy.