On the 12th, I began the day well, in part due to a magick ritual I performed the night before. I awoke with an intense aversion to my phone, and set about driving up to the Met Cloisters, my very favorite museum.
I wrote, and pondered the Saints and Angels. I walked in the park and sat in a cave. Then, still not pleased with my day, I reached out to a friend and met with her by Domino park. I had some coffee and wrote, considering my emotional state, how unlike previous ones it has been.