• Four loads of laundry done
• Five sinks of dishes washed
• House vacuumed
• Bathroom scubbed
• Dog's water bistro cleaned

It's a song title from a piece on "Haunted Box of Switches" by Barry Andrews, and it feels like that's what I've been doing. In all actuality, I've been going through dresser drawers. I found my old Rider-Waite deck, my Celtic Tarot, and the box for the Robin Wood Tarot but, in lieu of cards, there was instead a wax poppet, a wooden heart, a ( Read more... )