Steamy shower goodness.
Contented cat snores.
Soft flannel sheets.
Plush Elder gods glaring at me from their corner on the shelf.

Must be getting on towards bedtime in the Mare household.

I have nothing really of substance to write about. Just a general feeling of contentment and peace.
The cynic in me mutters something about it not lasting; the paranoid slice of me is trying to clasp my hands together to keep from writing those words, afraid that I would jinx myself. Why are so many of my personalities gloomy and/or bitchy? Something to ponder on in the deep watches of the night. I can watch the shadows cast by the trees outside my windows and think about the roads I took and didn’t take that brought me here.
But for tonight…tonight I think I’ll lock those gloomy tarts into a box and simply revel in being clean and soft and comfy.

Having friends is definitely what it is all about.

In the words of somebody or other, its been a long, strange time. Its been fourteen weeks since last I posted. I know. I looked it up. What does that mean in the great cosmic chicken dance?
Well, sit back and lemme tell you.

I will be finished with massage school in about six weeks. Then its on to internship. Whee!
The Girlie shall start kinder-fuckin’-garten mid-August. Rock on, mighty piglet!
My grandfather in law (yeah, it should be hyphenated. Like I care ;0) has been in and out of hospitals for the past few weeks. Our window of opportunity to sit down with him is narrowing. Considerably.
I’ve been in this kind of spiritual chrysalis for a long while now. It started me disbanding my coven. I’m still cocooned. But dim, grey light is starting to filter in.
My relationship with J waxes and wanes. Its kind of exciting in a lunar (and take that in every conotation it has) way.

I’ve borrowed a friend’s computer (thx again P and S!) to do this update so it will of necessity be short.
But I wanted to send a little love and update – like the band only without the rockets – to concerned parties. Someday I shall return to this land of blipping 1’s and 0’s. Very soon.
Until then, I leave you with one of my favorite quotes:

“Sit tight, keep the home fires burnin. And if we’re not back by dawn…call the President.”
– Jack, Big Trouble in Little China