Not moon...

 

...at least not while I was still awake. It should have risen from the fork in that tree, but the clouds were creeping.  

I used to take my Tarot cards outside on the full moon. Outside, naked on the upper deck because Jim was watching from our bed. It's no fun with no one watching, and the cats don't count. Now I spread the cards out on the carpet by the glass door and say, "Good enough". 

Next night, another try looking out the kitchen window this time. SOMEBODY better cut that frigging weed down!

Also, I just finished watching the last episode of After Life with Rick Gervais on Netflix. If you've been left behind or lost someone, this will both put you through the wringer and restore you, scene by scene.

 I've also started calling the myriad assholes in my life "cunts". 

(Redacted dialogue)

"What's his name?" 

"Um....Jackson."

"I knew it. All guys name their cocks."

"Cock, you say?"

"Want me to say weiner or dingus?"

"Jeez, no, now that we're on a first-name basis and all. What do you call yours? Pussy?"

She made a face. "I hate pussy."

"Fine by me, but you know what I mean."

"In my tribe, we call it your Woman. "You got to work your Woman. Make her strong. Make them men faint when she grabs ahold dem."

"Amen!"

"Personally, I like the word 'cunt'."

"Ouch."

"Why? Four letters and straight to the point, just like cock. Serviceable, pardon the pun."

"Yeah, but the Brits and the Aussies ruined it, you know."

"Yep. Wore my cunt right out."

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Stop talking?"