I am not a perfume wearer. I don't wear deodorant unless I think I'm especially rank. Most of the time, I think I smell like nothing. But recently, I bought a (small) bottle of Chanel Coco Noir. As a copywriter, I was captivated by Chanel's description of Noir as "magnetic and uncompromising," as well as "intimate, seductive and intensely brilliant"; I have always been a sucker for advertising. For example, it's only been recently that I don't feel the pull of any establishment that claims to have the Best _______ in _______. It didn't matter what it was -- Best Coffee in the World, Best Sandwiches in San Francisco, Best Donuts in Michigan -- I assumed that they were at least partially correct, because how could anybody make such a bald-faced lie?
This morning I had my chart read by a dear friend, which was the first time I've had anything like that done. Sun in Gemini, Ascendant in Sagittarius, Moon in Taurus. Neptune in my first house. I tried very hard to make today a day of relaxation and comfort. I tidied. Ate all my meals. Rested when the pain got bad. Oh, January! Oh, 2013! I am trying.