Vigil
I didn't read again tonight. There was a cockroach in my clean laundry, with the washed costumes. It fled into my closet and I killed it with Baygon. I had to do a new round of laundry, to clean what had been soiled with pesticide. I cleansed the costumes with incense. I packed them away. Folded up, they suddenly seemed to take up almost no space at all.
I had to take down dried laundry hanging on the poles to put up the new batch. I folded laundry while I watched Kian's Bizarre B&B Season 2 in a daze. My brain has been used up of late.
I've been burning a candle, making small paintings, and/ or doing tarot readings every day since the start of the Venus retrograde. I'm holding vigil for something. Something is dying. Newer parts are expanding to fill the space left behind.