I'm sitting in the backyard watching the cats and listening to the cicadas. I haven't noticed them before today, they must have just hatched. It's definitely August.

It's overcast, but still nice, not too hot or humid as it has been. I'm watching the bumblebees intently going from clover flower to clover flower. The wasps like the sunflowers, but the bumblebees are really single minded over the clover flowers.

I'm painting my nails what I thought would be a dark, intense red, but what turns out to be more of a really bright fire-engine pink. I'm reading a wonderful book, Otherwise Engaged, that, according to the note inside of it, was a birthday present from Michelle in 2000.

Man, am I embarrassingly behind in my to read pile, but in a way I'm glad, because this way I get to read it now, and I can tell it'll be a favourite, it's so funny and clever. And also relatively easy to read, since I'm a bit sleep-deprived at this point, and think it unlikely that I'll be sleeping well anytime soon.

It's August. It's August and my birthday is in a little over two weeks. I'm going to be 39.

There's been a lot happening in my life over the past few days, things that affect the future, things that affect the present. I have like eighteen back entries to write, but I can't get into the mindset of that time. Every couple of days, everything is different. Every time I change my nail polish, there's a shift.

More will be revealed.

Today's horoscope:
You could have the world wrapped around your finger if you don't draw it in too tightly. Part of loving is letting go. Show your strength by allowing others to succeed or fail on their own strong points.

One year ago today:
Assuming rocks sleep well, that is. Perhaps they are dreadful insomniacs, just nobody knows it.

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