After any torrid passage, on earth or in the stars, there is a yawning need for rest. Time to tend and digest all that has gone on. Space to muse on what has moved or been shaken beyond beyond former recognition. Room to wonder where and why as we align to a fresh bearing. Its good value won't wait for the dust to settle or the to do list to get done first.

A spectacularly interesting day in the cosmos darklings, as prelude to a week of change. This is a day of two halves, though if you are dangling from your outer reaches it may be harder to access the sweet perfumed hangover of the weekend.

We wake from Venusian dreams to square dancing on our own revolutionary front.