After trying like mad to free your car from an alligator infested swamp you give up on life and just eat croutons and drink kitchen wine on the couch watching Everybody Loves Raymond. Mercury releases Jupiter from a really loathsome task, like unclogging the astrological plumming and that means…
You almost abandon hope, until you realize that you’ve had a small greenish squatter living in your living room for the past decade who speaks in riddles who also happens to have the distinct ability to raise wrecks from swampy-like undecent places, like Dagobah.