12,838 Days Alive
It’s late and I’m tired.
We cooked our first real meal job the new place this evening.
Just a quick fry up of keilbasa, peppers, and onions. I made the interesting discovery that we don’t have salt or pepper in the house. I’ll have to fix that at some point.
J was in town and came over. They read my cards for me using their everyday tarot.
Spock helped by walking all about the cards and then laying in the middle of the spread.
I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks.
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