So. Baby is likely ok. Some worrisome genes, higher risk pregnancy, but hallelujah, baby/mama are ok.
In other news:
My grandpa is not doing well post heart surgery.
This is the grandpa I saw weekly, who introduced me to Calvin and Hobbes and with whom I haven’t had enough conversations.
Other…scary, devastating if expected news makes me feel like the person in the photo.
Yes, I have high tech wings—but what about the landing?
And here I am, masterful in my avoidance of actual work.
It’s ok. I have coffee. I will pretend* drink with my book after. Possibly take a bath and do some delicious yoga.
Old photo. Notice the Christmas cactus in background….still have it, the never blooming sucker.
*Still babying my immune system and my budget. Also, paying close attention to my use of mind altering substances: booze, smoke, sugar, caffeine, WHEAT, Netflix, sexy sparkles, whining, as I enter the run down to my Saturn Return.
I was still skeptical about astrology^ until I lived with/in close proximity to FIVE darling people aged 29. Watching their devastation led me to spend (Literally) the last 4 years in prep for my Saturn Return, which basically has meant: dealing with my shit and prepping to kick ass.
Harder than it sounds….Ego gets so freaking attached to negative patterns/beliefs. Amazing how comforting the painful familiar can be.
^No hate, no judgment. How do you know what you know?