Workshop Blithering: Triple Soul with Thorn Coyle

. . . as I was pondering at whether or not I have the wits about me to write this, I was skimming some of my recent entries, and fetched up against "Learn all your senses". Um, yeah. I'd forgotten I got poked in the eye with that the other day. Synchronisity continues . . .

( Inchoate free-associational thoughts: subtitled 'How Darkhawk overloaded her brain by studying witchcraft all weekend' )

Meanwhile, my mother is going into the hospital tomorrow for a lumpectomy. If anyone has any spare goodthoughts, I'd appreciate a transmission; for all that that relationship is strained . . . y'know. Thingy.