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I did some runework last night, and left the runes I drew out on the coffee table for further contemplation and gestation of thought. This morning as I was in the kitchen packing my lunch, the kitten came in, batting around one of the rune discs and trilling in delight. I picked up the rune she was playing with: Wunjo. Joy. Of course.
It's been a rough week. As if the terrible news about Dr. McLucas on Sunday wasn't already bad enough, John and I had a huge fight on Monday, and while we've talked more since, it's not resolved, and I'm not sure it can be. I asked him for some space for a while so that I can think things over.
But I'm glad of Truffle's reminder.
It's been a rough week. As if the terrible news about Dr. McLucas on Sunday wasn't already bad enough, John and I had a huge fight on Monday, and while we've talked more since, it's not resolved, and I'm not sure it can be. I asked him for some space for a while so that I can think things over.
But I'm glad of Truffle's reminder.