August has been quiet. He’s feeding like he used to again, draining the neighborhood critters during the night, then leaving them to recuperate during the day.
I drew the Nine of Wands today.
August gave me a strange look when he saw it.
“Proceed with caution, correct?” He flipped his green hair out of his eyes and leaned back on the sofa.
“And equanimity,” I added.
“Love, equanimity is bred in to every good Englishman. I live and breathe equanimity.”
“Hm, do you now?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“Are you trying to rattle me?”
“Maybe.”
“Well, proceed with caution, if you know what’s good for you.” At that he faded into the sofa.