So today I flipped open my laptop like any other morning, sun was already up but my brain wasn’t. Scrolled through emails, same boring stuff—bills, newsletters, blah blah. Then remembered today’s horoscope practice. Grabbed my chipped coffee mug, real hot, almost spilled it. Classic me.
First step: Checked that astrology site I bookmark ages ago. Page took forever to load, damn internet. Finally saw the big bold letters “February 17”. Read out loud: “Pisces, embrace unexpected detours today.” Huffed. Sounds fluffy, whatever. Jupiter’s in retrograde or some crap. Made a mental note.
Showered quick—water pressure sucked as usual. Got dressed, tripped over the doorstep trying to pull my shoe on. Already a “detour,” ha! Grabbed keys, wallet, the usual junk. Decided to skip my usual bus route. Felt weird but whatever, stars said so. Hopped on Bus 42 instead of 16. Big mistake. Traffic jammed solid near Main Street. Sat there sweating, late for grocery run.
When I finally got to Martini’s Market, saw old Mrs. Henderson struggling with bags outside. Normally I’d just wave. But today? Helped her lug three heavy sacks to her rusty Ford. Took fifteen minutes. She nearly cried thanking me. Felt… unexpectedly good? Weird. Star stuff maybe?
Afternoon hit. Planned to fix that leaky kitchen faucet—been ignoring it for weeks. Tools laid out, YouTube tutorial ready. Suddenly neighbor banged on my door. His car battery died, begged for a jump. Deep sigh. Ditched the plumbing mess, dragged out my jumper cables. Hands got greasy, jumper cables sparked once, scared the crap outta me. His engine finally roared to life. Threw me a twenty. Pocketed it silently.
Evening cooked spaghetti, burned the sauce a little. While scrubbing the pan, remembered the horoscope again. Realized every “detour”—missed bus, bags, stupid car—actually connected people? Mrs. H, neighbor dude. Even got paid. Stars might be onto something. Or just luck.
Now typing this before bed. Still not sold on horoscopes but… maybe listen more? Tiresome day though. Won’t make jumping cars a habit. Stars can shove it.
