Not every day. Not profound. Just what happened.
Jules dared me to try a love tarot spread after I complained about texting someone back. Three cards, very dramatic positions. I won't post the result here — partly private, partly because I'd have to explain it — but it was weirdly accurate in that vague way that makes you stare at the ceiling. Logged the physical deck pull on oracle separately. Different vibes.
Finally put nora1996.neocities.org live. Stayed up too late picking border colors. Jules said it looks "like a diary that learned HTML" which I'm taking as a compliment.
Page of Cups / Four of Swords / The Star. I wrote it up on the oracle page. Took a nap. Productive day by my standards.
Savers on Lake Street. Got the mug, a wool cardigan ($6), and a tarot deck that smells like someone's attic. Cleansed it with incense. Probably psychosomatic but still.
Summer reading program kickoff. Face paint, sticky toddlers, surprisingly wholesome. Came home and retook the 16Personalities test. INFP again. Enneagram still says 4. Shocking.
Planned 4 miles. Started raining at mile 2. Walked home. Made tea. Watched two episodes of something I'd already seen. No regrets.
20 minutes of practice. C chord still buzzes. G chord sounds okay. Rewarded myself with scrolling instead of studying. Classic Nora.
Tried to make a birthday card with dried flowers. Glue everywhere. Sent a simpler one. Friend said she loved it. Might be lying. Fine either way.
Basil plant got a new pot. Jules named it Gerald before I could object. It's thriving out of spite. I relate.