You've arrived early to the eclipse but you can wait here in our biding room. The moon window isn't quite all the way open and life litter is piling up in the corners. The black branch leaning over you creaks in the whipping wind like the old ones do, wearied by the world and its clamour.

If any part of today rendered this expression on your face, you have Merc's inferior conjunction to thank for it. A crucial part of his merry dance around the sun and the fulcrum of his confounding retrograde, Mercury today passed directly in front of the sun. Literally projecting his rx-on-roids death rays our way, supercharged by our solar ruler. As though we needed Merc, already on acid, squared.