Deep feeling, freedom of emotion, testing of sincerity

This morning I pulled the best hand I've drawn since I started reading Tarot: The Lovers, Justice, and the Nine of Cups, all right side up, and I think I read it perfectly and accurately. Because of this, of course, I immediately think I'm ready for a grown-up deck, but mastering trump is not enough. I still have so much to learn.

I took such good care of my little soft animal body this weekend that anyone keeping score of how excellent I am at following through on any pre-arranged deals to do so might be very proud of me.  It was very productive as well. I can't help but wonder how much more I could have gotten done if not for the minor Armageddons Friday night that I had to clean up. Even with the intense storm that pretty much destroyed my yard (three hours to put the patio back into shape and cart off all the broken leaves and branches, heh, heh), I still managed to accomplish the following wonders:  took out a ton of trash, hung some pictures, cleaned and vacuumed the whole house, scrubbed the tub, paid the bills, did all the dishes from Friday, bought groceries, cleaned the kitchen, the catbox, mopped the floors, cleaned and emptied the gutters, swept everything, weeded, pruned, planted a whole host of new garden things, spent about an hour hand-watering everything and reorganized some bathroom things. *out of breath*

Now a ledger of the damages:

 

This was about mid-way through the storm. By the end, the whole patio was more leaves than concrete. 

 This is actually unrelated to the storm: it's my battle wound from fighting my lantern Thursday. It started to bleed again Friday so I took the photo to prove how I am a badass all the more for getting so much done with a terrible injury. It's like going into the battle with the Troll King at 0 LB. Also, because my jammies are cute.

Big ol' tree down in the back.


If anything, this weekend emphasized to me how I'm not a complicated creature, really, and it takes very little to keep me content and productive if I'm externally motivated. Simple things make me happy. For example, I just sang a five minute victory song about some cheap conditioner I bought at Rite Aid. The lyrics are as follows: "Happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhuppyhuppyhuppyhuppyhuppyhoppyhoppyhoppy..." (There were hopping parts.)

So, yeah. Better than last entry.