Volume control

"I have to stop reading these things," I grumbled and dashed off an email or two. "Bad habit."

Virgo
No matter what's been happening in your life, the volume is now likely to be on the rise. If everything has been moving along according to your plan, it could get even better. If, however, you've been having a hard time, it may feel like things can get worse. Your fortune is beyond "better" and "worse." Don't get caught up in the judgment; just hang in there.

It scared me. No matter how hard I tried to shake it, no matter how much I told myself that I didn't believe, the fear loomed large and dark above me.

I figured one in 12, give or take a few, shared the prediction, that I wasn't the only one overwhelmed at the moment, but it didn’t quite help. Neither did "disbelief." I couldn't shake the feeling that there was just too much to do and I would just have to close my eyes and hang on tight.

The workload doubled and trebled over the first two days of the week. The number of meetings grew as people realized that I would soon be gone and I just couldn't stretch the day far enough to cover all the work.

At home, a workman cut a rather large hole in my ceiling, four feet by six. Maybe more. The small ShopVac made way for the large as he tracked dust through the apartment and spores of mold and mildew filled the air. I stripped the bed, the dresser top. A board of sheet rock leaned against the wall in the hall next to the track of dusty footprints.

Sometime early afternoon, I realized I needed more memory for my camera. One card corrupted. Another wouldn't be enough and India seemed to limit the intake of film rolls to five. Over the length of the trip, the constraint would allow me something like six pictures a day. One every four hours, give or take. Not nearly enough for the Taj Mahal, the camel fair, the people, the places.

Sometime late afternoon, I realized I needed a visa, a copy of my driver's license, a couple of passport photos of me with my busted chin and a three-page application. I hoped for a quick turnaround.

I thought about a movie but deferred in place of picking up a travel book. The order for another had spontaneously aborted with a silent return of cash. Bug spray in hopes of keeping malaria at bay. The passport photos. Batteries for my cameras.

At some point, I would have to pull my apartment together; I expected houseguests in my absence. At some point, I would have to pack for the weeks in India. In the next few days, I planned to salsa and talk about books, drinks with friends and more work than I could handle. I thought about volunteering the morning before I left and never quite moved the thought from the table.

At some point, I realized that it wasn't my horoscope that scared me. It was my life.


Tag: Horoscope Life