I'm really excited that I've written my divination Substack to the point where I can start talking about dice divination! But I kind of wish I wasn't getting there at this time of the year. Things get busy. I just want to focus on my own stuff! This whole year has been too busy, and mostly in ways we didn't want. I need to make more space for myself next year.

I'm refilling Shai-Hulud's water bowl. "Mae'r dŵr i ti."

Husband asks, with a curiousity and reverence like a small child who just found out about library cards, "What did you tell him?"

"The water is for you."

My Welsh isn't fancy. It's not even conversationally fluent. I am learning, though.

We are approaching the month of the year when none of my craftwork will be done for myself. Decorations! Gifts! Weeks of paper, tape, glue, and a deep longing to have a minute to touch my yarn again!

I counted last night to find out how many hexagons I've knitted this year for my blanket. The answer is 78. Only 272 more to go!

Really, I'm afraid she'll start taking them somewhere so we can't take them aware from her. She is very Not Happy about this.

Cat catches mouse. Husband takes mouse.

Cat: Where is my mouse??? (frantically searching)

Me: (petting Cat) You did a good job!

Cat: Then where is my mouse???!!!

Me: Have a treat. It's a team effort. You catch the mouse. He takes the mouse. Everybody is happy!

Cat: I don't care about Everybody! I care about the three most important cats on this planet - Me, Myself, and I! Give me my mouse! Not the store bought "treat". The spoils of war I rightfully claimed!

I miss home tonight. I'm too many states away...and too many years away. The people who made it home are dead. The places that made it home are closed. I'm surrounded by people who have said, "You are home. This is home now " I know what they mean. But I miss home.

Over the years that I've been covering my hair, I've learned that it was never that I don't care about "style"...I just prioritize dressing comfortably. I definitely don't care about popular style, though. I have my own style, and the effort goes into the headwraps instead of clothes and jewelry.

Feelin' fancy today! It's been a little bit of a rough day, so feeling the "feathers" on the peacock pin move when my head moves brings some cheer.

There were so many times growing up when my autistic self was moving with the music that kept me going, and I got, "Just be normal!" Or, "Just fold the clothes! You're not on a stage!"

I put away my earbuds tonight and put my art supplies where they belong. My husband says, "It always makes me happy to see you groovin' to your music when you're doing something!"

That's love. 🥰

My sister-in-law enjoys reading gay male romance novels, so I knitted a bookmark for her (with a little added crochet). Marking this as sensitive because the shape is a body part one might think of as appropriate to gay male romance. #CoSoKnitting #CoSoBooks

My husband mentioned "that time you wrote a Doctor Who and Doc McStuffins story, and people thought they would hate it and cussed you out because they loved it". I sent him the link. And then I thought I don't know if I've ever shared it here...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4592037

It's not even just mice. We've returned two wild snakes and a salamander to the outdoors over the past few months. Catching them before the cats do is a challenge.

Go next door! They have one dog, and he's old!

Okay, I know it getting cold at night, and pretty chilly during more days. But the neighbors don't have dogs, cats, ferrets, and a snake. Why do mice want to come in OUR house???

At first, I thought I wouldn't be able to watch when he eats. It's actually been good for me, though. I learn more about him (like what an unhinged snake jaw looks like), we talk while he eats, and...well, cows are adorable but I still eat beef.

And my dude had to work for his food tonight! The rodents usually do the rodent version of Deer In The Headlights. "Holy crap, that snake is gonna --" and that's it.

Not this one! This one tried to play a very strategic round of Not Today Satan. But Shai-Hulud knows that game well, grabbed a foot, and hugged tight.

My snake's kind do live birth. He is a dude. My dude is a solo artist.

I know all of these things...yet I'm still a little afraid every time I clean his tank that I'll find he has laid eggs.

I'm going to try making bara brith. I want to do this right...or, as right as I can. If anyone has a trusted recipe they will share, I promise to do everything I can to avoid screwing it up. And I won't tell anyone it was your recipe if I do screw it up.

The math points are a joke in our house because sometimes I can accurately do mental math, or I have better than common understanding of a concept, that everyone else in the house is just left with, "That's...um...no math for me right now!"

"This has only happened 3 times in 150 years, so we know it has a low chance..."

Maybe? That might be true, but not based on what's being pointed out. That's not really how probability works. I have dyscalculia. I only get so many math points per week. It's Friday, but I'm not wasting the points on explaining something I know the person doesn't want to understand.