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Shamus on view |
Me-usings and Me-emories
20 Jun 2023 - If the morning starts well, then I am hopeful for the rest of the day... and, for the first time since we arrived in this hinterland, I awoke to a full-bore Mr. Sol (thank you, Bastet). His dazzling effect has yet to reach my personal sun porch, but I am there to greet his arrival. It was quite nippy overnight, so warming my bones, and our domicile interior, will take time and demand my patience. But there is no stormy grey cloud above my head, as I am buoyed by the positive possibilities.
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clipped notes
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Today's Catechism
(for the autodidcat)
Sometimes one must
wait for the turning tide.
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Bring back Bastet |
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Bastet beckons |
Catty Corner
word of the day - purromising, inspiring optimism about the future (not that a cat-astrophe can't happen)