In about 18 hours
I'll be whisked away and won't be able to use the net for awhile, so in the spirit of that exciting but also foreboding event, I shall write a little here about wishing all a happy and fulfilling Christmas season, even if one doesn't celebrate or believe what it's based on, there need not be a date on the calendar to justify wishing good things to those around, as a common campaign of being a basically ok human being.
For when one wishes others well, one re-directs the winds of fate so that your crops will yield a profit when the autumn chill hits paydirt.
This whole week will have interruptions from what is normal for me, so when I do get back into the normal habitat, it won't be normal in my head until next week, at which time the habitat and the inner shall uncannily resemble each other, like a shimmering pond with some trees to the side, perched on a branch is a loud shrieking bird, rippling the water of the pond extra-normally.
For when one wishes others well, one re-directs the winds of fate so that your crops will yield a profit when the autumn chill hits paydirt.
This whole week will have interruptions from what is normal for me, so when I do get back into the normal habitat, it won't be normal in my head until next week, at which time the habitat and the inner shall uncannily resemble each other, like a shimmering pond with some trees to the side, perched on a branch is a loud shrieking bird, rippling the water of the pond extra-normally.
46-50, M
