Star Struck Style

Transiting Venus opposes my natal Jupiter tomorrow. This is one of the worst aspects for self-discipline. I just started to get serious about changing up my diet and my exercise routine, and now I have to worry about this overindulgent planetary alignment. On the bright side, the moon will be in disciplined Capricorn, Saturn is still conjunct my natal Saturn, and I’ll be stuck at work all day long.

Hopefully, I’m going to have something to celebrate. I doubt that the American election will be called by the time I need to go to bed this evening, but it might be clear who is going to be the next President of the United States by the time I go to work on Wednesday morning.

If it’s not a blowout for Kamala Harris, we may need to wait until the middle of the month when Saturn goes direct and Pluto reenters Aquarius to get a clear picture of which direction the country is headed. If that’s the case, I might not be cracking open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. I might be drinking excessively to cope instead. I can’t take much more of this.

Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough . . .