It’s amazing how little daylight there is when you sleep until noon, because you were up until 4am. Mercury finally moved out of retrograde, so now I’ll begin thinking of where I might want to head next – including a meet up with a coven sister who is traveling in her van. I did laundry, cooked up a pot of chicken cacciatore and began researching tattoo styles for two small ones I’m planning to get: the paw print of one of my totem animals and a symbol of the me I am birthing. I pulled cards for people and read a book on I Ching to review for PaganPages.org, which is calling me to throw them, only I don’t remember taking them from the bedroom to the bus. Tonight will be the third night of a 13-day spell to keep Pye from getting off the bus, and three days from the next Trump binding ritual. Yes, I’m one of the witches that’s been doing it monthly, and for a while, a daily version.