11/18 - 11/20
A constant chill
11/18/17
“Focus, August, this card means you need to focus on whatever it is you’re working towards.”
“That makes no sense. I’m not working toward anything. Is it possible that you just don’t want to acknowledge that the reversed Ace of Wands also indicates the beginning of a new romantic relationship? Is there a new man in your life? Or is it me you love?”
“You are dead. And delusional.”
11/19/17
“Peace and happiness, huh? Writer, you’re daft. Peace and happiness are illusions.”
“August, the Ten of Pentacles is a very good card, you should be pleased.”
“Can I touch you? That would make me happy. I’m hungry.”
“Later, I’m still tired from this morning.”
“I’ll go find a cat.”
11/20/17
“Son of Cups again.” I sat at the kitchen table in shawl with a cup of tea in front of me. August’s repeated feeding was leaving me in a constant state of chill.
“Don’t take myself too seriously, message received. Are you ok?”
“No. I haven’t been able to stop shaking all day.”
“Maybe feeding off you isn’t a good idea. I mean I feel better, but you…” He trailed off and didn’t finish. Or maybe I fell asleep on the table.
