The Shattered Prayer

Its time once more for Rob. My horoscope seems accurate for a change. At least I”m not seeking enlightenment this week.

If I were you, I’d pursue other adventures besides hanging from a cliff by my fingernails and sweating bullets. But if that kind of thing really gets you off and teaches you the lessons you think you need, I’ll give you my grudging astrological permission to continue–providing that you stop no later than May 20.

This blog caters to five people.

Five people….

Five.

Now we’re not a private club (though the way things are going these days, we may be soon), and we don’t keep people out (though the way things are going these days, we may do soon), but still…. five.