I walked into a cafe last week and picked up an old glossy, a January edition. Of course it featured the yearly big horoscope and even though I am the mother of rationality, I was calmed to read that the first few months of this year had been difficult and messy, but everything would work out in May. May will bring me waves of accomplishment and happiness. It’s such a pity I don’t believe in horoscopes, cause than I could just wait for May. But I don’t, and it’s still early April. What to do? Try to write a happy song and then fail. Seems like the rational solution.