Total word count, hearthcraft book: 10,269
New words today: 1,468
Eliade’s The Sacred and the Profane really is quite illuminating for a neo-pagan who creates a temporary formal sacred space as necessary for worship and/or spiritual work, as it examines the definition, concept, and construction of sacred space quite thoroughly. Anyone who does this should read it; they’d likely go ‘hmm’.
The more I throw into the document, the more I move around. It evolves more in form and flow every time. Each day it’s a little closer to something coherent.
It being thirty-two days since I submitted my invoice for the last freelance job I did, I gently prodded my contact there this morning about the overdueness of the matter. I just got a response telling me that accounting had been advised, it was being handled immediately, and I ought to have the cheque next Wednesday. This is nice, but I will be more pleased when I have the cheque in hand. There is shopping that needs to be done and payments that need to be made, and it’s frustrating to be on hold at this point in the season. Particularly when I’m feeling rather flat and apathetic; a shot of holiday activity would help a lot.
This was taken last weekend. I thought it would amuse Ceri, Mousme, Tal, Sandman7, t!, and anyone else who’s ever tried to write on a laptop in my house and had to contend with a very determined lap cat.
Maggie finally decides to Do Something about that damn machine that takes up the lap: if you can’t beat it…
… sit on it.