Bus work started early, which is part of the reason I’m so tired tonight. I have a shiny new alternator, new power steering lines and fluid, and freshly adjusted belts. I was also down a gallon of oil. I must force myself to check under the hood. (Stop laughing Roberto!) At least it’s pretty simple under there. They let me stay on the bus with Pye and plugged into power while waiting for parts. I had food delivered to eat in the lunchroom while the bus was being worked on inside. As hungry as I’m getting, I can’t bring myself to eat the last of the food: a cold chop salad. That’s why tea is brewing … to wash down a protein bar and some macadamia nuts. This time the tea is my special blend, made from about a dozen different botanicals by Rosemari Roast of Walk in the Woods in Winsted CT.

So, the big numbers were those on the bill. Today is 11/12, so I suppose you could say it’s magickal that the total came to $1112.13. I get what I call magick numbers like that all the time - very often with time. 2:22, 11:11, 4:56. I don’t know why, but seeing them always gives me a little rush.

The rush I’m getting from the full moon in Taurus shining down on me is much bigger. 

The little numbers are the temperature. It’s getting down to 21 degrees here, and tomorrow’s high won’t get out of the 30s. I have the propane heater outside under the gray water tank. I keep checking to be sure it doesn’t blow out. One of those times, my worst fear was realized. I turned around after relighting it and Pye was slipping through the crack in the doors and ran under the bus. He wouldn’t come to me and I couldn’t reach him, so I got back on the bus and called him. He came a few minutes later and my heart started beating again. I must ALWAYS prop something against the outside of the doors until can rig up a way to bloc that triangle of space. 

I am ready to call it a day, hours before I usually do. I hurt from a fall I took when being shown where things were on the property, so more ibuprofen it is. And my as needed anti-anxiety pills are also needed because I have yet to line up a place to stay tomorrow night. No matter how may times I’ve done it willingly, or been forced to do it, surrender never seems to get easier. I’m hoping the full moon will guide me. Merry part.