Feeling Philisophical

I had a great weekend. It flew by and here it is, Monday. Back to routine and familiar faces. I think I'm destine to live the life of a gypsy. I spent some time on my beloved highway and felt like passing my exit on the way home. Through my travels I began to understand my mysterious affection for those gentle giants of the road (semi-trucks). Life on the road, freedom, travels. I know this is idealized but maybe that's the attraction?

I have an overwhelming list of 'things to do' this week. I decided to take a break and read my horoscope. It didn't help. Just added to my never-ending wave of thought.

"The average middle class person alive today has more goodies than the kings and queens of times past. In fact, even during this time of economic retrenchment, most of us have a higher standard of living than 99 percent of all the humans who've ever walked the planet. In pointing this out, I don't mean to discount the suffering of those who've lost their jobs and homes. But I think it's helpful to keep our collective deprivations in perspective.

Similarly, I like to remember that no matter how much our personal trials may test us, they are more bearable than, say, the tribulations of the generation that lived through the Great Depression and World War II. Keep this in mind, Sagittarius. As you wander in the limbo between the end of one chapter of your life story and the beginning of the next chapter, it'll really help to stay conscious of how blessed you are. Halloween costume suggestion: a saint tending to the needs of the dispossessed and underprivileged." -Rob Brezsny

I feel like a selfish bitch after reading my horoscope. I also woke up feeling like Pandora. And, I've had this song stuck in my head all day:

It's been such a strange day.