13,270 Days Alive
2 Tarot Readings
1 Snuggle-Faced Spockers
Spock must know that I am exceptionally stressed right now. He’s been a cuddle bug all evening. Even now, he’s making biscuits on my bum and purring up a storm. Earlier, it was giving me kisses and cuddling.
I went to say goodbye to Elle Jay this evening. It is her last night in town tonight. So I went over, gave her a tarot reading. My cards, at least my primary deck the Osho Zen tarot, are as subtle as a brick to the face. I often say that the cards don’t tell you anything you don’t already know. But sometimes it takes an outside perspective to translate either into words or offer a different take on a situation for a solution to present itself.
Or other times, you need to be told you’re making a jackass of yourself and need to knock it off. It really depends on the situation.
It was nice to see Reffie, even if it was only for a few hours. I’m exhausted now, though, and fighting a headache.
I’m going to go take my meds and go to bed. I hope I can sleep well tonight and am not plagued by stupid nightmares again.
I’m not doing great mentally or emotionally, for reasons I have been asked not to divulge here. So. I’m just swimming along as best I can.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 