Mrs. Smith's husband was of a nervous disposition and somewhat inclined towards hypochondria. From time to time he would be taken with strange ailments which for some reason or another never developed into anything fatal. But one morning, just at breakfast time, it appeared that Mr. Smith's time had come. He staggered out of his bedroom with ashen face and terror-stricken eyes. His body was bent forward in the shape of a parenthesis.
"Ah, Carrie! " he wailed, "it has come just like expected. I am due to be an invalid the rest of my days."
"Henry!" shrieked Mrs. Smith. "What on earth has happened?"
"It came on while I was dressing. All of a sudden I found that I could not lift my head. I could not straighten up. Now I feel that I am actually being drawn double."
"Are you in great pain?"
"No, no pain at all - it is probably paralysis! Run for a doctor! "
Mrs. Smith flew. In a few moments she was back with the family physician, and entering the room where her husband lay, she stood by wringing her hands while the doctor made an examination. Suddenly the doctor's shoulders began to quiver and heave.
"Ah, doctor, is there any hope?"
"Why yes, Mrs. Smith, there is," said the doctor presently. "In fact, his condition should improve rapidly after he has unhitched the third buttonhole of his vest from the top button of his trousers. "
All your problems are like that. Sometimes a very small problem is magnified by your ego, because the ego always likes big things. It lives on big things, it is not interested in small things.
-Rajneesh
Mercury has just gone retrograde again. This time in Gemini, the sign it rules. 
