I’m alone this weekend. How rare. The kids are with their dad and Max is working. Time to think.
I keep just carrying around this book I’m “reading”. But I’m not reading it. It’s hard to focus these days. I try.
I had my 2nd vaccine this week, one step closer to orgies and kisses and catching up.
I’ve continued reclaiming little spaces in my house, bit by bit. My favourite shelves are my witchy apothecary things.

I’m trying to choose a new print for my bedroom, above my bed. I’ve settled on this painting of Circe, titties out, surrounded by men she has turned into animals, ready to greet the day. It’s the right vibe. I’ve ordered it.

I also saved up some money from a recent writing gig and took some of my favourite little art pieces in to be framed, including a collection of sweet cards Elly has painted for me over the years (an apple, the moon, some drippy peaches, her figure…)
Small steps, little by little, I’ll get there.