Thud. Finally.

501 words on 3.14 done. Back on track.

Very emotionally weird. Tired. Terrific support from people who have to deal with my emotionally weird.

Thank you all for your comments about Misty. She was a sweet old cat. She's been a part of my life for like two thirds of it; it's very strange to think of her as not being there. But that's the price for caring for small furry lives: their brevity.

Blood and incense.

This is me going on abot ritual purity and my thoughts upon same. Will primarily be of interest to female Kemetics, I think, and people who deconstruct rituals.

( So I've been thinking about taboos. )