Sound the trumpets, the Horn of Plenty has arrived and it’s not connected to any bull, either.  The wind is blowing your way but not hard enough to pull down your party tent so don’t worry, be happy.

Authority figures prominently in this month’s drama.  The powers that be can’t seem to make up their beds let alone their minds so steer clear or become a statistician keeping the scores of their missed takes.

You’ve got to be starting something so fast that it’s a good thing there’s two of you in there.  Pin down that social butterfly later when you’ve both got the time for pretty excuses.  Until then, wing it!

If you want to spoil the party faster than by running out of food, try complaining about the price of your success.  “Suffer” in silence and you won’t regret it.  If you must tell someone, pick up the check. 

Cleanliness is next to impossible when you’re concentrating on cleaning up somebody else’s mess, so don’t worry if your bed isn’t made. Nobody’s going to make it anyway – until you’re ready to roll again.  

Play it by ear but mind the sharps and flats.  As soon as the crush is over and realization dawns, you won’t need a roadmap to chart your course.  An oil change and a lube-job, maybe, but not a roadmap. 

Your wind-chimes are holding a concert in your honor.  The Bill of Rights guarantees the pursuit of happiness, right? Anything more strenuous and more public is not for your delicate constitution.  

The only power failure to worry about this month is that of the Power of Reason. If the light fails, just listen.  Your ears might tell you something your eyes are hiding from you.  But don’t pull the plug. 

Try to remember that time in September or else you’ll miss a great opportunity.  It does knock twice, you know.  Especially when you’ve showed it such a good time.  But the third time is the charm. 

All presents are accounted for but it’s past presents that are on your mind.  Idealizing makes perfect sense until it’s time to open your eyes.  Give a little and see how much more you’ll get in return. 

It seems like all Heaven’s broke, looser than even you are with their favors, how can they give any more?  They can and they will and sooner than you think.  All that’s stopping the flow is a few “damns”.

It’s boredom in the boardroom and bedlam in the bedroom – or is it the other way around? Either way, something’s got to give and soon. Did you say “Love the messes”?  As Marx said, “You said the Secret Word!”.