Rudely interrupted, the
She-wolf turns and howls.
Despite my best intentions, I've been gobsmacked by the moon this week. I haven't been running through the streets naked, but I've been ... affected. I've been snippy, I've been hyper-sensitive, and I've just felt ... odd. It was like being smothered by something unseen but whose cloying presence cannot be denied. Gawd, I've even picked a couple of fights. Not intentionally, but the sensitive thing kicked in and one thing led to another and ... well, you know how that goes. I don't want to talk about it any more. I just want it to go away. And it would be really, really great if it didn't come back next month.
I feel like music today. In fact, I feel like dancing. Alas, nobody wants to dance with me today, so I'll settle for a couple of tunes -- totally apropos of nothing, except that I kind of was blinded by some light, which sort of made me feel like disappearing into the Mystic.
I'm babbling, so just never mind me. Go, instead, and have a Terrific Thursday!