After the squirrel was buried this morning, long-tail versions from the previous twenty-four hours—versions of how it came to be different from other squirrels involving a police officer, an engaged farming couple planning wedding music, and a princess—spill out to husband who, while tending his coffeemaker, sizes it up and wonders if it’s the same one he saw several days ago tumbling out in somersaults from under the wheels of traffic and dashing the rest of the way across the road with the nut still in its mouth.
Pentecost (Latin calendar), Sunday, 20th May:
Moon conjunct Duchess of Sussex natal Mercury 01:32 PDT
Image: (1) Wedding mascot given to us by husband’s “new best friend” and impromptu best man in elopement; (2) arm tape and color choice deferred to woman staffer on receiving end of Friday's blood donation (“green-screen green”) in air-conditioned room with the only physical warmth felt from blood tube pulsing across arm; (3) favourite tea…Earl Grey (hot)
Lyrics: version for piano melody on Alexa at start of rain last night originating from British Isles and same husband often played while we courted—officiated fourteen years ago next week
* Multi re-edits courtesy of Mercury opposite natal Neptune applying (Monday 00:49 CDT): “Slightly out of Focus: Almost certainly there will be some mistakes.”