Scraps at the year's end

It's been a pleasure this week to see folks exclaim over their yuletide fiction gifts. It's a beautiful idea, this giving each other stories.

I am still sick, though well enough to drag myself out to see a matinee of Mary Poppins Returns. I tried to cough only during the loudest songs.

These last few new year's eves I've spent playing tabletop games with LB and S, but this year LB is on an even smaller island at a birthday / new year's party, S took himself off to an important hockey game, and I am sick.

I wonder how one of those fizzy Vitamin C packets would taste mixed into champagne?

I just managed a jellyfish doodle for the new year:



I've also enjoyed seeing all of the Tarot deck postings lately. I don't have a large collection of decks -- I have a non-anthropomorphizing set from when I was anti-that, and an Aquarian from when I decided human faces on eternal principles were okay again. Since the advent of crowdfunding, so many beautiful decks have appeared.

A friend posted this non-predictive New Year Tarot Spread, so I tried it out, a little haphazardly, in front of RuPaul's Holi-Slay Spectacular. I am not displeased, which is pretty good for me and Tarot. Most predictive systems instruct me firmly that I will die alone, impoverished, loveless and forgotten. Bracing, I suppose, if one were to take on the lesson properly.

A very happy new year all the same.

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