Feeling a little quiet. Working hard on my book. Dealing with a death in the family. Secondarily, trying to declutter and keep the house cleaner. Lots of stuff going on at my dayjob. Wishing for some quiet on that front, actually.
I tweeted a few days back: "After drawing the Tower for 6 months, I drew the Star and freaking kissed the card." (OR something like that.) This is partially a metaphor, partially a truth. The Star is hope, though.
