We have just passed the magical midpoint of Mercury's merry retrograde, he and the sun fist bumping as they sauntered in opposite directions through the Taurean gate. This hallowed tipping point is always a lightbulb moment: something drops in, pops up, turns around, makes sudden sense. The light switches on and the chaotic disordering of the first part of our comm planet's backwards two step begins to make faint sense.