Acatalepsy

Card of the Day: the page of pentacles

Song: No Shade in the Shadow of The Cross

Today was fairly uneventful, I spent much of the day inside, although I did take a walk around the house with Juno, briefly. For the most part, I stayed in bed, or at my desk, reading from a few of my books.

One of the children stopped by this morning on his way to school. He talked and talked and talked outside my window while I made myself breakfast. (A cup of Earl Grey and a slice of toast with raspberry jam.) Something about a new radio drama. On and on and on. A friend passed by eventually, calling him away from me about how they needed to get going. So he went.I said maybe five words to him in the ten minutes he was outside my window. 

I did rot in bed for a while. I feel unaligned in a way I haven't in some time. (I'll have to examine that, but I'll put that off for a later time.)

Eventually, some hours before the sun set over the trees, I felt pulled to the outside, so abruptly I didn't even have time to put on shoes. Leaving the back door open, I stepped out into the thick grass, damp from the seasonal downpours I've come to expect from this area, and felt the breeze rush through me. Juno, ever interested, joined me, wandering away but still near me, green eyes alert. 

I cleared the brush from the pathways, sweeping away fallen leaves and broken branches. I stood in the muddy grass, water up to my ankles. (It reminded me of being a small child, likely no more than six, sat in Uncle Emery's canoe in the flooded street, Parker keeping the oar in a death grip. Our mother watching from the porch, laughing hysterically as Emery lost his footing in the loose silt and slipling into the murky water, rocking the canoe and resulting in Parker trying to smack him with the oar.) 

From the bottom of the hill, I thought I saw a new patch of mushrooms, but upon getting closer it was just more fallen leaves. The woods felt oddly quiet, and Juno sprinting back to the house was enough for me to call this mini expedition enough, and return to the four walls of the cottage. 

I think the fair folk have begun meddling again. I keep misplacing items, and they only show up again once I verbally acknowledge them, complimenting their little joke. It stresses me out. I don't have enough knowledge on the fair folk to know what's really the right course of action for dealing with them. 

I'd consult my deck, but Juno is currently using it as a pillow. I should probably follow her lead.

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