Mercury in Retrograde

I don't believe in all that hoohaa about stars and alignment and fatalism.  But it sure has been handy to have a scapegoat for all that stuff that has happened.  When I ought to be blissful and happy what with a warm house, and healthy food, and friends and travel and wine to drink, every day, even if I am by myself.  On what else, then, could I scapegoat my crank?  Not anything rational.  So I put it all on Mercury's able shoulders and look forward to him running forward again, and quickly, so that with him he can take my foibles.