Monday was fairly well consumed with sleep, and then the aftermath of two hours of crying off and on, but mostly on. It was a lovely ceremony.

Tuesday was a lot of recovery, including some dishes and some Roomba business. I wore glitter as part of my colorful attire, and glitter, of course, spreads eagerly. Chunky holographic silver hex glitter is now spreading around the house like the flat silver sequins from my disco ball dress did after I put it through a too-hot dryer a decade-ish ago. (Her glitter for a blessing.)

My car battery warning tripped off last night (and tonight the freeze light went on over the fireplace, so I expect that I will need to exercise the car again, sooner rather than later) so this afternoon after overcoming my inertia (I started the intent to venture forth when it was still morning) I did a small shopping and then a longer drive to make sure the alternator had a chance to catch up.

With only a few days until the due date, I have started Jade City by Fonda Lee, and I am 26% in and enjoying myself greatly. The magic system is a delight!

Words are all I have to sing the dream of being weightless. This body was not meant for flight, for space, for liftoff's thrust and burn and crushing weight. Not meant for stomach falling into throat in orbit, where tears can fly in spinning crystal spheres. I shelter safely under ozone's blanket, not soaring high and scorching skin with bitter rays.

Would that I were there where words are weightless. Would that I were there where action and reaction dance close upon each other's heels. Would that I could see with my own eyes the way the world is round, a living marble wrapped with cloudy air.

Those that dare to fly have lived the dream of being weightless. Their bodies faced the thrust and burn and crushing weight. They danced with feet on stars, tiptoe among the spinning crystal spheres. They shall still soar, high above our scorched and bitter tears.