It's 7 a.m. and there appears to be no sunrise in the plan of the day. I've been listening to the rain and wind for the last couple of hours as a warm front roars through. Christmas in Massachusetts. They predicted close to record high temperatures today, nearly 60 degrees. That is unless the sun has other plans.
I'm on my own this year. Trying to avoid spreading this virus to loved ones.
Not too long ago, I wished for a break from Christmas. The stress of it - the commercialism, the repetition, the debt. Just a reset, not a cancellation.
The witch did say I was a powerful manifestor.
Sorry about all this.
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