If my ex-husband and I had consulted the Chinese zodiac before getting married, we might have saved ourselves a lot of grief. But information in the late 70’s was not so readily available, and we would not have believed the predictions except for happy lies. Now with a click of the mouse, I find out between his animal year and mine there is only friendship.
In hindsight—always in hindsight—I see the hand writing on the wall. Maybe it is time to consider the zodiac more seriously. In any case, the storm that is raging outside at the moment is ushering in the dragon. I’m ready for change.
