I go back to work today after my first week of vacation in more than two years. Sure, I had time off during the pandemic, but most of that was during quarantine and it hardly felt as if I was taking a holiday. This was different, and it was good for me both psychologically and spiritually. I feel recharged.
I suppose the only thing about my Vegas vacation that was a drag was the mask mandate that was still in effect almost I everywhere I went. Don’t get me wrong: I’m eager to comply with the current regulations. It just would be nice if we were at a place in time where masks were no longer necessary. I’m looking forward to that day.
For now, though, I’m going to embrace my mask for what it’s worth. I’ve got some very good things happening in my horoscope over the next few months. I’ve also got a couple of minor issues that might not make me the most even-tempered person when it comes to the incompetency of the people around me. What’s worse is that I have no poker face when I should be wearing one. I have a difficult time disguising my displeasure with ridiculous requests, overinflated expectations and bad manners. The condescending look on my face when I’m dealing with idiocy might as well be a flashing neon sign that reads “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”
For that reason, my mask is going to come in handy for a few more weeks. I have opportunities galore in my horoscope at the moment, and if I want to make the most of them, I’m going to have to play the game with people who aren’t even my league, professionally speaking. In normal circumstances, that would mean putting on a public face that is a little more Valentina and a little less Violet Chachki. In this instance, however, just keeping on my mask should be enough to convince the world that I’m not this season’s villain.
I’d like to keep it on, please . . .