Last Quarter 60 Percent in Libra

 Good morning, my dears. Today is rough. I am struggling. I think first on my list should be to cleanse my dream catcher because all night I dreamed of my sister-in-law causing problems. First, she wanted me to take in her pet snake, which I refused. Then she was trying to take advantage of a girl with no hands. She kept trying to sell the girl's prosthetic hands to a software company. My sister-in-law is always plotting something, so the dreams aren't a surprise, but it is exhausting. Goddamn, don't you have anything else to do? She is probably the reason why one of my wards took a hit. 

I figured out how to do the mirrors for my latest art project. Bonus, I will be using mirrors I thought wouldn't work with anything else. Yay!

I am struggling today with leg cramps. I think I have long Covid. The cramps and shortness of breath have been a problem all week. Yesterday I wanted to explore the creeks of Homestead, but I thought I would be too winded to walk very far. All I have done this morning is walk the dogs. My leg is on fire! I am also having allergic reactions. And I woke up going low. yay. Autoimmune conditions. woohoo. 

My birthday was Wednesday. Worst birthday I've had in decades. My mother brought the Christmas cards that I wouldn't accept the week before. My mother is senile and doesn't know Christmas is over or that she's already given us cards more than once. 

My husband and I had a fight about her once she left. He insisted that I take action. So on my birthday I went to my mother's house and filled four trash bags with rotten food that she left around her kitchen. Then the smell was getting to me. Her kitchen trash can smelled like a toilet. I started washing dishes but stopped because the sink seemed to be clogged. At that point, I was a ball of raw nerves. I insisted that we leave. I was shaking, on the verge of tears, and he still kept arguing with me. Later he apologized. I didn't care. This is another thing that I alone will deal with while he complains about how inconvenient it is for him. 

The next day, my mother thanked me for cleaning. She was very happy that I emptied the trash. She seemed more rational. I don't want to go back to her house.

This is rather depressing. Blessed be, my dears. I hope you're doing better than I am. Stay safe and well.