now grace she's just left you skin and bones

This batshit week I'm sad, and angry, and perfect, and having a lovely time, and it's too hot, and I'm intemperate. Saturday I woke up and drank champagne naked in a creek. All the curses I laid are coming true. I'm tired. It's too hot to be anything but languid.

I've been reading the Once and Future King, because Josh was, and because it's like a Legends fanfiction. (When I mentioned that, a friend reminded me that Legends was a Once and Future King fanfiction.) It's been weird to be back in that headspace after so long. and di book does have that same spirit, though, that relentless making of sense out of chaos, for which I always treasured Legends, although I think when Wart grows up and is left abandoned and destroyed for all his fine traits, it might actually kill me.

There was a good part today. Merlin said, "Education is experience. And the essence of experience is self-reliance."

My garden is doing well. It's very celestial this year. All sunflowers, moon flowers, and morning glory. And tomatoes. Beautiful fucking tomatoes.

Bailey too has her summer coat in.

Another absurd thing I've been up to is taking fucking selfies, because like, why not? I'm hot and by hot I mean suffering 110% from actual heat exhaustion and the kind of stuffy fury that comes with it. #winning #blessed

Last winter, my friend Laura gave me some prayer beads for the service of the Norse goddesses. I picked them over the male deities very deliberately, and I think some of it was sign for me. Some of that, even then, was foreshadowing.

Speaking of, I have the first and last line of my book! The first line is:

We deceived ourselves
that this was a love story.

And the last is:

It's just the new world and the covenant
it makes with our bodies.

Spoiler alert, though, it is a love story. Isn't everything, a little?