Mercury’s rumbling in shadow, and tech knows it: my camera didn’t cooperate, school docs got stuck, and my brain felt wonky from Zumba + gelato. But I still showed up: homework done, groceries sorted, self-care prioritized. Now I’m pausing the hustle, tomorrow’s a rest day filled with painting, plasma, and peace. If Mercury’s throwing wrenches, so what? We’ll bend, adapt, and still shapeshift.