It's a little difficult because around 9 AM Friday morning I got my latest COVID bivalent booster, which meant that around 7 PM I started feeling tired, had the chills and a fever of about 100 F by 9 PM, and by 11 PM my fever had gone up to 102F. Thankfully, Mark set up an air-mattress nest in our living room for me to shiver in which did not include Aoife draped across my knees or Cicero abusing the Laws of Gravity near my face. Aside from waking from shivering I managed to get adequate sleep, and by 8 AM Saturday my fever was down to 100F.
I didn't have the ocean of sweat moment this time around—either hydrating tons during Friday; or the new vaccine prevented the artistic, but gross moment; or else I slept through it.
Saturday I was fairly tired, and reread A Wizard of Earthsea with an eye for how description and sentences were structured, napped, and watched both the movie Hocus Pocus (1992) and its sequel (2022) for the first time. The movies were goofy, and I didn't realize they were aimed at middle-school aged children until about ten minutes in. I enjoyed them, and I would say that I understand how they would be some people's version of Labyrinth or The Dark Crystal.
Sunday, I was still slightly tired, and with some other aches and pains and an air quality index of 160 from the still burning Cedar Creek fire, I haven't felt particularly witchy, mystical, or in the spirit of All Hallows' Eve. Perhaps I will burn some incense sticks, play the harp, and do a tarot reading for myself. Then again, given how Aoife is tearing around the yard barking at neighbors and passers-by, and how Mark —who dislikes incense— is knitting outside... maybe I'll just play the harp.
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