The New Moon, Now in Cancer

 I have discovered that I can't do yoga. My body simply doesn't bend the way it once did. I think I have a bit of a pelvic tilt. I found the pose to cure it. I can't get into that position anymore. I have tried. I'm trying to do the pose every day, in hopes that I can bend a little farther back each time. Instead, my leg muscles ache miserably. Being physically weak is frustrating.

I have read my horoscope several times during the weekend. Each one promised this week will be big; life changing, even. Nothing has happened yet. 

I have been struggling to clean my house. My husband makes messes as fast as I can clean. Several times, I have completely cleaned and organized an area, just to have him come behind me and dump stuff in the newly cleaned place. I don't know if he doesn't know where to put things, or if having hoarder parents has made him opposed to empty space. 

I started searching for galleries that would want my horse art. AI isn't helpful. It gave me a bunch of art shows accepting horse art, but the deadlines were January, February, April, and May. I found a show with a deadline in August. Then I realized it isn't a gallery, it's an online art show. I found a New York state gallery, but they aren't taking anything new right now. I found a gallery in Lexington, KY but they have realistic horse art, and absolutely nothing like I make. I think I will try a locator spell.

Speaking of spells, and since it is a new moon, I washed my front door. I reset my wards. Then I added a few. I am still trying to have layers. Now I have both sides of the door warded, along with the mirror, and the rug. I've been working on the porch. I'm trying to make it more of a room, but my husband's toolbox is a hulking mess. We did clean off the roof, and cut limbs that were dragging across the house. Of course, now I have a pile of limbs to move. 

I checked on my mother. I can't talk to her. She randomly changes the subject. I have no idea if she can't hear me, doesn't want to hear me, or thinks her response made sense. This means I don't know what's going on, or if anything is wrong. Even if I find evidence of a problem, she can't or won't tell me. I thought her air conditioner broke because it was hot as hell and no cool air seemed to be circulating. The next day I came back to change filters and clear the drain line. The house was perfectly cool. I'm starting to think she turned on the heat. She was adamant about she never touches the thermostat. Usually when she is insisting something, she just finished messing it up. 

That's all for now. My at first quarter, I will have good updates. Blessed be, my dears.