No loud neighbors squalling and “having words” at 4:00 AM. No big deals, other than a slightly less–than–compliant cat complaining about the usual “I can see the bottom of the food dish” syndrome.
Halfway from the gutter to the stars [Fat Boy Slim].
Listening to KISS, wearing a cowboy hat, talking to SC [Gemini], and a new set of Tarot cards, courtesy of Ma Wetzel.
I just sort of figured the “super new moon” in Cancer would be the best way to break these new cards in. Oh this is weird.
“Death before tech support.” I did get an easy afternoon, finally, poking around town with that Cancer girl and her digital camera. Stay tuned, “Pictures at 11.”
Neo–pagans.
Holy Grail action figures [via slash dot.]
There was this big rain last night, and this morning looks cool and calm, with a lot of debris on the surface of the river. I just hope no bodies have risen.
