Today has been one of those days. It seems like I have been busy all day and I just barely got dressed at 1 pm. I got up and was greeted with email that needed answering, I felt, right away. There is a couple that I have been working with both as a friend and counselor, and astrologer. They have been having a lot of difficulties lately so have been needing contact, an ear and a sounding board, which I have been trying to supply as best I can. So I did that. Then I got a lovely phone call from Jack and we spent something like an hour and a half catching up, discussion politics in several groups that we both are connected to, and doing some processing of some of my recent experiences. I got off the phone from him and went back to dealing with the email when someone who recently joined one of the Madison email lists I am on came online and added me to their yahoo list so we began a conversation. During that F. called and we talked for a while. I hung up and Corey called for his father. But Tom had already left to take him to check out apartments (we have only exchanged about 5 min. of conversation and a few kisses today and he won't be home till after 4 pm probably). We talked for a while. F. called back to read me a poem that he had promised to do. It made me cry.
Finally I did another ritual from the Be a Goddess book that the Feri email list is working through and another tarot reading on a different topic. I feel a little peculiar and distracted today now. It is almost 4 pm and I have spent most of the day in communication with others. I feel communicated out somewhat. And I am not sure what I needed to get done today anyway as I never got around to making a list of chores for the day. I think tomorrow I might decide not to start up the computer until I have had time to decide what is important for me to get done during the day. And I might just take some time to accomplish some of that before I get involved with others.
I also took time to meditate today and I am feeling that would be very good to do tomorrow before I go online again.
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