My bladder woke me up at four this morning, which is pretty typical these days.  I waddled through the dark into the bathroom and sat down with my eyes still closed.  Suddenly a tickling sensation on my right foot caused me to shriek out in terror.  It was a baby chameleon.  He quickly surmised from my wails and animated gestures that he might not be in the safest location and scurried behind the toilet.  Upon realizing the true identity of my assailant I calmed down considerably and went back to my business.  About five minutes later as I’m leaning against the mirror armed with but a meager pair of tweezers battling the encroachment of my grandmother’s chin hairs, I hear my man trying to communicate with me from behind a thick curtain of unconsciousness

“wha… wha… wha happon?”

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I’ve noticed a “rising” interest in house systems on the boards lately.  May I suggest for your edification and enjoyment The Astrological Houses: The Spectrum of Individual Experience
by Dane Rudhar.

Rudhyar (born March 23, 1895) was a prolific writer, philosopher, composer and astrologer.  He is considered the forefather of psychological astrology with writing rich in concepts of free will and humanistic philosophy.
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As soon as I found out that I was having a baby I began engaging in the neurotic activity of looking at possible charts trying to guess which one would be hers.  I found myself having thoughts of an offbeat sentimentality such as “Oh look, my dad has that aspect” or “Leo mars sure does run in the family.”  I am also ashamed to say I have had several butt clenched moments of “ooooo, please don’t be born that day, please don’t be born that day.”   And yes today (and tomorrow and half of the next day) is one of those days.

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