Gearing up to take flight

me: I slept through my alarm this morning.
Woke seven minutes after I'm supposed to leave.
Got to work only ten minutes late.

JG: you are a witch, you can bend time

Oh, if only that were true.

I have a friend who swears he can bend time. He says if he's late for work, he focuses on going back in time while he's zipping down the freeway. Sometimes, he says, he's able to get to work a full three minutes before he left the house.

I believe all things are possible. But I don't think it's possible for that friend.

Anyway, I was late this morning as I was out too late last night. I went to see Hope Sandoval in concert. Her voice is still clear and lovely as the xylophone she plays. But her band is lame. She got angry when the mics didn't amplify her enough, and left the stage for half an hour. It was fun to watch the nihilism melt from her crowd. I got home late, read cards for a friend who is going through a rough enough time to wait up until 1:00 to hear from me. I just wish all readings would end with, "No worries! It's all going to be fine!" But, they don't.

Jorge is meeting me here at noon so we can go make color prints of our cards to take to England for the UK Tarot Conference. It's starting to feel like we're actually going to have a deck that people are actually going to consult for answers on their love lives and careers. That excites me as much as it scares me. We're still searching for a publisher, but talking to the friend last night who accompanied me to the concert--we may look a little closer at self-publishing. The market right now, is just very, very lame.