Long Night's Moon

What an awful week I've had. Or time lately. I think I'm on the verge of almost figuring something out, but what it is, I haven't quite discerned.

I tried to delete my Kickstarter. I figured it best to put a bullet in it and not have it suffer, but I learned that Kickstarters cannot be deleted. Funding can be canceled, but that seems a tad bit unfair. It seems most of us would want to see how close we could get to achieving our goal, so I left it alone. Instead, I sent out a message of my attempt. Three people pledged after that. It is heartening to see that people don't want it to fail. But then again, perhaps they simply know it is going to fail and this gives them the opportunity of looking like they do indeed care. Of course, I could just be looking into this way too much.

I think too much.

I almost died a week ago Friday. Some sort of Lidocaine allergy. That sandwiched with the rabid fox attack on Theo and I over the summer has me thinking that someone is trying to send me a message. With my pig headedness, I might need another message.

Theo turned four on the sixth. I no longer have a baby in the house.

We celebrated the Full Moon tonight with vegan Alfredo, champagne, and moon bread. Sam and Theo had apple juice and the girls respectively went to spend the night at friends' houses.

The semester is almost over. I think I'm running on empty.

I feel melancholy and I really wanted to write something profound, but I don't think I can anymore.

Blessed Be!