Just got off text with The Muse for the second consecutive night. And for the second consecutive night, it put the cherry on top of an otherwise dodgy day.
After a depressing morning (where I came up with the metaphor in the title above) contemplating the nature of Fools, Tricksters, troublemakers, masks, laughter and chaos, I had a productive but ultimately damaging laser appointment at 3pm. Even taking a full set of Perelandra essences, my electrical system was shot for the rest of the day.
Bug was out super late with two (?!?!?) chiropractor appointments, and E was out teaching her usual Monday night class, so I was mostly left to my own devices, which suited me. I futzed around, and didn't accomplish much, but it was quiet. Which is no small thing.
And now, wrapping back around, still stardust damaged but bathing in Muse light, the couch beckons. Good night.
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