It's was a powerful retrograde, as you might expect when the planet of mind goes through the sign of depth psychology. Of course, Mercury is still in Scorpio until the start of of December, so there is plenty of time to go over all the emotional sewage that may have been churned up for you during this retrograde.
Personally, I have had an exceptionally rich retrograde -- not alway nice, but thorough. You may have noticed that the horoscopes were late.
Here are some examples. Two women whom I have not seen since I was a child turned up on the first day of the retrograde. One in particular is an embodiment of Mercury in his guise of salesman and teller of tales.
It was half-term here and we went to Paris for the break, a city I haven't visited for nearly a decade. Most things went slightly wrong and had to be redone. Even the Eiffel Tower closed unexpectedly. Nevertheless, it was wonderful.
But the first thing that happened in Paris was that my wallet was stolen in the metro. Mercury, the god of thieves, was at work in the underground, Scorpio. And yes, it has happened before. Many years ago, my mother had her wallet stolen in the same way. I repeated that so exactly with my own children that it seemed almost inevitable. Mars was coming up to an opposition to my Sun, so it could have been worse.
With Mercury going forward now, we're about to go back over the awkward knot of Saturn and North Node, but today he beautifully trines Neptune in Pisces, and music seems right. Here is Pavarotti as Orpheus lamenting the loss of his beloved Eurydice. We may have to leave something behind in the Underworld -- like a wallet -- but we can make art out of that loss.