After an obnoxious 4am pop, not surprising after a cortisol-saturated day like yesterday, I dozed until 7 when I could persuade my body to take consciousness seriously.
Thinking in terms of an early start. It was great. Then I tried to move.
So I spent a little over an hour on qi gong, stretching, and PT exercises. Much better.
I used my hot pot to make tea and my self-important Oster blender to make my shake, not with kale but frozen spinach, a soft mutzu apple and slushy blueberries.
It burned out the blender.
When I tried to take a picture of the really impressive clouds of smoke, my phone declared it needed updating. I took it as a cue to move forward rather than stand there gawping.
But I needed to get it off my chest. The scary negative crap can stop any time now.
Doncha just love mercury retrograde? (of course, I often wonder how it can be mr so often in my life… born under a bad planet?) teehee. Glad you survived the oster-immolation. Sending good mojo your way.