It's been almost a month since he last ate because he was shedding a couple of weeks ago and will not eat while shedding. I thought he'd be fast when he got the mouse. He usually is.

Time for Shai-Hulud to eat, so sister-in-law brought a mouse home for him. (We're not feeding him the wild ones, but don't tell them.) It took him almost five full minutes to decide it was time to "hug" his dinner. That mouse was walking along his spine and he didn't seem to care! I was afraid he thought this was his new roommate.

I truly am glad I finally got the snake I had wanted for 30+ years. He's a blessing. And sometimes puts on dramatic performances.

There's a bag of birdseed on my back porch that didn't get used before the seasonal shift made it The Season of Not Walking Out to the Bird Feeder. It's been very cold lately, and we've been getting snow off an on. I'm glad the bag is there because a little friend has been finding shelter there and helping themself to the food.

I didn't take a picture of the reading I did, but I did take a picture just to show cards because I got the Good Omens deck. Time for some Nice & Accurate Prophecies!

Annnnd...of course the first reading I did called me out on my BS about getting in my own way and swimming in my lack of confidence instead of taking controlled steps to strengthen in.

So it's a good deck! I know I can work with a deck when the readings challenge me in healthy ways.

It was a struggle to not let myself get too sidetracked with talking about Hermes and sheep bones while writing about dice divination today. My inner editor, being part of my autistic self, tends to let joyful info dumping slide through.

https://diydiv.substack.com/p/hekates-dice

It was a good night to just draw without thinking about it. I put on some music and let my hands do whatever they did. I guess I was feeling the circles.

been friends for years with my abuser. Because she didn't know. Even though they went to the same church until her family moved, their sons grew up together in Boy Scouts, her husband and the abuser belonged to the same Masonic Lodge at one time... And really, she didn't know. And that's just one example.

Many victims go through this. Swearing up and down that everyone closely connected to an abuser had to know comes too closer to accusing a victim of lying.

I know lots of people are hoping certain names will show up in the papers released. And, yeah, people lying about what they didn't know about him can be a thing. But here's one of the problems with junping to "How could you NOT know???"...

There are often situations in which people really don't know. I had to sit in her office and fake a smile while my high school guidance counselor tried to win points with me by telling me how she and her husband had

I use the Finch app as a To Do list and anxiety management resource. I appreciate my finch's determination.

My cat's best friend is one of my sisters-in-law's cats. She will welcome his brothers into our room, be friends, whatever. The one she pretty much helped raise, though? I'm sure if we asked them, he'd say she's his cat and she'd say he's her cat.

Sister-in-law gave her cats a bag of new little felt balls for Christmas. The best friend cat carried one in his mouth to give it to my cat. She now ignores her other toys, rolls around with the ball, and joyfully chirps!

15 month old nephew has been staying with us. He's always so happy to see me! Unless I just got up, or it's late at night, and my headwrap isn't done. I don't think anyone else has ever looked so disappointed to see that I have hair.

I use divination for self-examination and planning how I can take action to reach goals. I've posted a reading today that might help you make some decisions about healthy change in 2024.

https://diydiv.substack.com/p/a-reading-for-the-new-year

"Roots have been overexposed to dihydrogen monoxide" just sounds better than "she's been overwatered and root rot started".

My rosemary has to be grown in a pot and move in for the winter. It grows great most of the year, but just won't survive an outdoor winter. And I fear her roots have been overexposed to dihydrogen monoxide while she's been inside. I might be able to save her, but the chances don't look good.

I didn't find my YoYo Man yoyo (yet), but I did find my old Duncan Butterfly YoYo! So, in honor of Tommy Smothers, I found out it's been waaay too long since I last "walked the dog". But I can do a basic catch and release.

Gatsby, the Grey Catsby, had never seen a yoyo before! She's not amused that she can't chase it like a ball.

When I was a kid, the Smothers Brothers taught me through their show that you get to decide who will be on your stage. If everybody else won't let people on their stage because of the color of their skin, their gender, the country their name comes from...you give them your stage.

I still have my Smothers Brothers YoYo Man yoyo. I need to go find it.

I'm the only person in the house Santa brought a gift for this year. There are no kids here anymore, so it's just adults exchanging gifts. (I got some great scarves for headwraps from my mother-in-law!)

But there was one present from Santa. This book! It was my first favorite book. When I couldn't actually read yet, I could recite the story and turn the pages at the right times because it had been read to me so often.

Santa found a copy and brought it to me all these years later.

When words and names escape me, I'm so thankful to be married to a fellow nerd! I can ask him how many k's are in Warhammer and he'll tell me it's 40. If I can't find Ed Greenwood's name in my mind in the moment, I just say "Elminster's dad", and he knows I mean the author, not the fictional father of the character.