Tuesday, August 8, 2005 I rang Jonathan on his cell a little while ago, just to say hi. It's been quite a while since we've spoken. I drop him little emails every now and then, usually with bits of news or astrological theory, or tossing in my two cents on the thought of the day. He gets a lot of phone calls and I don't call his cell purely out of mercy, but this seemed like a good moment. I caught him driving home from holiday, and I guess my name popped up in his caller ID screen. "Long time no speak!" is how he answered. "Hi Jonathan! It's been a while, yes." "How are you enjoying having the chair this week?" The chair, meaning filling in while he's out of town. I think Jonathan views his horoscope as a kind of cosmic podium from which to help guide the meeting known as life along. "Are you kidding? It's like playing a rock concert." We chatted a few more moments -- and he had to go; he didn't want to talk on the phone while having the other hand on the steering wheel. I thanked him, and we left it there. Here's Tuesday's daily horoscope, with a London street photo. I'm not usually in town when I'm writing in the Daily Mail. It's a fun time, and for those who are wondering, London is doing fine, and all the cops I talk to, checking up on things, seem to be in a good mood. http://planetwavesweekly.com/iimnc476/cainer/PW050809.html     e