Mercury Retrograde

This post isn’t really about Mercury Retrograde. It isn’t even about my blasted keyboard. It’s about stupidity.

I’m not really into astrology. I looked into it a couple of times, but never really clicked with it. So I don’t read my horoscope or anything like that. But after a particularly vicious trip which took place during a Mercury Retrograde, I’ve had a healthy respect for the effect.

It comes down to this. During Mercury Retrograde – which is when Mercury looks like it’s going backwards because of the angles between it, the Earth, and the sun – all the things Mercury rules over go wonky. This includes travel, machinery, bureaucracy, clear thinking, and social interactions.

The best thing to do during Mercury Retrograde is navel gazing.

So what the heck was I doing with a glass of juice on my desk? Being stupid. Really. I should have known I couldn’t get away with it. A part of me did know, but I didn’t listen to her. See, I am intrinsically clumsy. With the least bit of intelligence I should know I can’t get away with something like a glass on my desk.

Yes, there’s one on it now. Leave me alone about it. It’s carefully backed up against something to keep me from bumping into it and spilling my water on my keyboard.

Actually, being clumsy wasn’t the worst part. The worst was what I did when the keys got so sticky I could no longer type.

I washed the keyboard.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. I know better. But there I was doing it anyway. When I was sure it was dry I plugged it in, and immediately filled my bedroom with beeping. Which I assumed came from my Uninterruptable Power Source (UPS).

This led to moving the plug, during which the unit beeped a different beep, and the plug got caught behind a filing cabinet. The Boy saved me there. He fished it out before Mr. Al woke up. As to why a virus knocked out the keyboard on my laptop but nothing else on the same day? No idea.

It’s been other things too. The mailman delivered the package I sent to my mother to me. No reason for it. Nothing wrong with the box. Just read the wrong address. I’ve lost the bolt to the bed we are trying to move The Boy to, and had myself a grand old time trying to print address labels for my 104 Submissions self-challenge.

All of it boils down to stupidity. I’ve come to one irrefutable conclusion. Mercury Retrograde makes you stupid. That’s how it works. It make you do the one thing you would normally be sure not to because you know darn well what will happen.

So, here’s my question.

How’s your brain today? Feeling stupid yet? Cause I’m betting I’m not alone.