Living on a fault line - the big red one on the right in a barrio considered by Real Estate Agents to be tainted.  Seven minutes out of downtown, canyon views, large pepper trees.  One badly scorched.  It's been a piece of heaven for 22 years.  

Being Cancerian I'm like a crab stepping sideways, wedging into the rocks, hanging on when the tides are high, watching the world go by.  A change of scenery might do me good.  Better yet - a brilliant contract, or a vision supernatural, a visitation, a winning set of numbers, a brilliant roll in the hay, a fountain of youth, a rain of frogs, a shooting star, a gut wrenching laugh, an invitation, an apology, a tender kiss goodnight.