Tooth #8...

Is all I can think of at the moment. The day is glorious. The sun is out and fully blossomed. The heavens are bright blue, fragmented by thick, but soft, cotton-ish trailing white lines of jetliner smoke. The air is electric-cool, ideal in my case, given my Aquarian nature. And most of all, Venus is out and playful.

Maybe Saturn is in a good mood today, or perhaps, just focusing his energies elsewhere. All I know is that there is too much going on in Scorpio; Sun, Mars, and Moon hanging out in the most convivial of ways.

But nothing is as it seems. Remember, Scorpio doesn't mind stinging others, or even itself. Sitting there quietly between the 'I' and 'Relationships,' I didn't know how it would manifest and surely, I wasn't expecting the discomfort to come from tooth #8.

But that is exactly where the moon decided to darken my horizon... To each his own though, so try to stay cool, and maybe, lean closer to the other side of the wheel, right where Taurus stands proud and rooted -surely, that's one way, and you might just know of others...

Be well and don't let your #8 be a bother.

Toothless at your service