Cleaning up bathroom, found something that should have been more definitively thrown out. Was about to take out trash when an idea struck me, one of those Absolutely Right ones.

Maybe a year ago, Votania was stitching Tarot deck bags, and made one bag that was not only too small, but with nasty, troublesome energy in it, energy that made certain that the only things you'd put in there would be things that you never wanted to see or show up again.

I grinned, stuffed the object in the Trouble Bag, wrapped it up tightly, carried it over to Marx. We clasped hands around it, and chanted, "Sow this no more; reap this no more", until it was done, then enlisted the aid of Nephew, and all threw it, with great energy, in the trash can.

I took out the trash.