Lately it occurs to me what a long, strange trip it's been.

If I'm going to have a conversation with a manifestation of the divine, I generally expect it to cover something more substantial than that He likes it that I dye my hair.

(Though given that it's time to trim it for splits, it may very well be time to henna it again. . . . teinedreugan? Is there space in your manic MOO3-seeking schedule tomorrow to pick some up?)

Not that I'm obsessed or anything.

Book order placed. A couple things recommended to me on the subject of gods, the aforementioned book on container water gardens, and this -- is it not utterly nifty? (erispope, it's a potions book.)

Today is for housework, I think. The upstairs rug needs vacuumed. Dishwasher needs unloading. I should bottle the birthday presents for my father and brooksmoses's brother (and taste them -- good stuff, with heat!). And call my father, for that matter, it being his birthday. Nnnr. Prep the corks to bottle the rest of the mead. I should also put "remember to eat" on this list, since teinedreugan's out late.

My books probably won't be here before I go to Cali. Sniffle.

Maybe I'll even get work done. Or while away the evening doing research on how to build fish tanks.

Addendum: My jasmine plant is flowering!