Friday 13

 

My dog thinks I will share my lunch with her. She is mistaken. 

I was supposed to fly this morning. Around 6:30 I walked the dogs. I started coughing. Wheezing. My chest felt heavy. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't talk. My husband had to call my flight instructor for me. My face felt puffy and vaguely sore to the touch. I went back to sleep. I haven't done much today. I planned to work on art, but it seems to take a long time to do anything. I've also had two low sugars. 

I found a caregiver for my mother. Mom was nice to her. She thinks the caregiver is someone she used to know. 

I cleaned both my watch and the charge port. Now it works properly and I can track my steps and heartrate. 

I moved family pictures around. I don't really feel like taking pictures of the pictures, so just take my word for it. It looks better. 

I started listing all the majick I do in my journal. I do spells every day, but sometimes it doesn't feel like it. Probably because I rarely do rituals. The journal list is a nice reminder that I AM a Witch, goddamn it. 

My mother does not look good. She seems frail. Her complexion is an odd color, with large, dark spots across her neck and cheek. Yesterday was her 85th birthday. I do not think she will live much longer. My father died 11 years ago on this day at the age of 82. 

That's all for now. Blessed be, my dears. Stay safe and well.

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