semper quo non vis
Yesterday was new tattoo day! I'd gone in with a general idea and left with a piece big enough that it's going to need another session. I think any time is a good time to get a tattoo, but I feel like now is especially apt. It's the equinox, I'm trying to force things to happen and forced to be patient as things coalesce. Part of the design is on the inside of my wrist and it stings where I rest my hands to type and it keeps me here here here.
Yesterday, while K was gardening, a random car pulled into the driveway. It turned out they had just been up at our neighbors, where K had gotten our new fluffy-legged chicks. The woman in the car and her teenage daughter were talking to the neighbor about trying to re-home some of there chickens, and word on the street was that we had some open slots on the roost. So, we might get a new chicken or two, from word of mouth, through the apparently very powerful farm network of Farmlandia. This is both hilarious to me and I guess kind of inevitable.
It was gloriously chilly this morning, and I had a savory rosemary scone and two cups of coffee and now all I want to do is tell all of the stories, sitting at my kitchen table with my laptop in the sun.
However, if I want to get anything done today, I really need to stop listening to Scottish folk music and translating "You Can't Always Get What You Want" into Ancient Latin.
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