Mercurial? Or maybe it's because I am a Gemini.

What a difference a days makes.


On last Saturday afternoon I was in the screened -in porch, sipping some lemonade, reading a good book  ("Amsterdam" by Ian McEwan), watching the bids and the water-fowl (a crow chased off a pelican, who flopped down into the pond and caught a fish), with  Penne my faithful friend lying at my side.

I felt utter peace and contentment.  "It doesn't", I thought,  "get any better than this".

Yesterday I was on the same Lanai, with another of McEwan's books ("Sweet Tooth"), a glass of water (lemonade all gone!), dearest Penne at my side.  An almost identical scenario.

I felt utterly sorry for myself, and entirely woe-be-gone.

Maybe it's because I am a Gemini.

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