Somehow, I came home from Columbus with a nasty cold. I feel awful. I had to stop at a rest area on the way back from Columbus and sleep. Nate informed me after I woke up that nine truckers had pulled into the lot after I drifted off (or rather, fell off the end of the Earth). Yeah, I heard nothing. I met Boo and Susanne!!! That makes up for this crap. Maybe I caught bird flu at the Zoo. Pics as soon as I feel better.
I went to my Mom and Dad’s on Sunday and spent most of my time sleeping and watching football.
As my spirits have been indicating, something changed over the weekend with AZ. He’s contemplating marriage again. I certainly hope it’s to me because to anyone else would be totally unacceptable at this point.
Oh yeah, I freaked out. You know I did. Not in front of him but later.
Funny thing is, my spirits are still saying, “Hold the course, don’t give up, things will work out.” My tarot cards are saying the same thing which is really odd. I mean literally. “Don’t give up,” “try and ride things out, it will turn out OK in the end.” That’s never happened before. Every time before now, yeah, everything would be going great and BOOM… trip at the finish line. The tarot doesn’t lie, you only lie to yourself, you try to work around it, you try to change it, but BOOM… trip at the finish line.
I’ve analyzed my reading up one side and down the other. It’s probably one of the best spreads I’ve ever had in my life. Fuck that. It IS the best spread. Do you know how long some people wait to see “The Star” as their outcome card? “The Star” is getting what you’ve wished for. Still, I look over the my left shoulder and ask, “Are ya’ll jackin’ me around? Are ya’ll payin’ attention? Seriously!”
You know, I can’t figure out if I’m fucking crazy or if I just have a lot of faith. Of course, I told AZ yesterday that you have to be crazy to get married. He said, “In that case, I’m certifiable.” That makes two of us.