And then some days I’m just under construction, and neither here nor there, like my front yard, which my friend is redoing, for love and also for money.
I’m on deadline at work, so I’m running, running, running. I still haven’t sat down and thought through the omens of last weekend. My ancestors and deities are encouraging; I make offerings; I keep running. The cats want me to play more. I want me to play more too.