Capricorn 4° (December 25)
Christmas morning. Been up since the wee hours. Wrote a note to S. to wish her well. After not hearing back on the emails I sent last night, I’m not expecting anything from her today, which is sad. Come Monday she will receive a bouquet of roses for her birthday. I watched some Donna Reed (which is way better a show than one imagined) and the rest of the Emily in Paris season. For the first time in years of memory I have decided not to send little Christmas texts to people and see if anybody reaches out to me. They largely won’t. Only the people in my immediate sphere seem to give a flying fuck. I hope I’m doing the right thing on the non-contested front. Otherwise I will go back to the last deal. I know I am doing the right thing no matter what. I woke up and ate what I thought was going to be a glazed apple cider donut but turned out to be a tiny bundt cake made with Guinness that Billy and Tim dropped off yesterday morning. I’m going to go back to August and start filling in those gaps. Feeling like jump starting the weight loss in advance of New Year’s eve. Feeling the difference between glut and abundance. Readiy to turn a major corner. THE ZODIAC: A Metaphysical Mandala For All Existence. My eyesight is really blurry today for some reason. I definitely want to fall into a deep nap if at all possible. And I do and wake and further enjoy an afternoon where I don’t have to lift a finger and yet I will get through all the required “catch up” necessary to hit my marks as best I’m able during this week of transition. Only two people, Dom and Jax, end up reaching out. I wrote to S. in the morning but got no message back, so she is backing off already, and I suppose then so must I. My own sanity comes first. And then as if the “cosmic blague (French for joke)” wasn’t unfunny enough: The power went out for about six hours just as I was ready to settle into a movie after work this supposedly sacred day. Look it’s the way it is. I got a sudden wave of hunger late night in any case and ended up engaging with the shepherd’s pie I made, after all. It’s a terribly sad day it really is but there is really not much one can do about the fact I suppose. Tomorrow will likely be the most challenging schedule-wise because, well, I dunno, it’s just a gut feeling. Back and forth with monsiuer le brun because I really enjoy being so.
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