This time 40 years ago I was giving birth to my first. He was 3 weeks early. SHIT! That makes him a damn Libra. Totally sucks. If he could've just waited a bit longer a fabulous and awesome Scorpio would've been around. Ah, well, we all have our bearable or unbearable things to bear.
So, in honor of that mournful state, I've decided to fast all day and rearrange furniture. As I move things, everything gets a good fall cleaning. Once all is in place a sage in in order and we're done for the day.
I love how Quincey protects me from the evil vacuum! He actually chomps at it and that bark is shrill, piecing, fierce. I guess he really does love me. Ah.
:)
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