No one cares what I think. Sunday, February 14, 2016. One day in what must have been 2007 or 2008, or maybe later, who cares, I went to a coffee shop and I looked at their chalkboard menu. There was nobody in the coffee shop and one barista behind the counter. I was a coffee newb, and still drank it with a lot of cream and sugar, before I started going black.

I offer two astrological services to my clients. They are related but slightly different. For clients in the U. , I offer what I call Sessions. Sessions are live, two-way conversations via telephone. Clients share their circumstances and concerns, and I bring my astrological experience and expertise through the tools of natal charts and major transits. Together, we co-create the content of the session. Because of disabilities and diminished vitality from the stroke I suffered in 2007, I do fewer session.

Wednesday, June 28, 2017. On the stroke of the hour a horn tooted in the road outside. 8220;Is that Jobovic Safaris? In reality it was probably pretty ordinary fare, but seldom has coffee and a fry-up tasted so good.