Met three witches this morning. Not the double, double toil and trouble sort, but three members of the local coven.
What, you don’t have one of those where you are? You better google that.
The morning show was in the studio this morning and they brought in three nice local ladies who told their story and cast a protection circle and talked about one of their other coven-mate’s almanac of the witching life. You can apparently purchase it on Amazon, or pick it up at the library. I don’t believe they said the name of the book, however. The witches whiffed on the sales pitch.
One of the show’s co-hosts asked, inquisitively and curiously and politely, “How has this helped you do good in the world?”
The woman says “It’s helped me stay sober for 15 years.” All the answers that followed may or may not have been immaterial.
Elsewhere, judging high school news programs, emails, Zoom meetings, and so on.
It was a surprisingly sunny day, however. And after spending most of it under the warm embrace of fluorescent lights I enjoyed the walk to the car so much I walked a block beyond where I parked. This is what happens when you impulsively change your parking habits on a Friday morning.
But it let me see these leaves:
I suppose I was too busy wondering what I would do with my evening. There was no late night in the studio. No errands to run. No workouts to work out. What a wonderful feeling!
So I took a shower and started the laundry and we went on a walk around the neighborhood. Saw these trees:
And now the weekend is here. Full of so much possibility. And it will be exactly like every weekend since March, but still! The possibility! The freedom! The sleeping in! The fewer obligations! The laundry!
