Four people told me they thought something strange was going on yesterday. Cosmic energies swirling about.
Julie pointed out to me how strange it was to hear a mother (me) say to her children, "Stop bickering and stop speaking French."
My favorite violet ice cream doesn't taste very good anymore. It tastes like shampoo.
Boy1 had an dental appointment this morning. Not his first. Cavities were involved. He was anxious. While we were in the waiting room I walked him through a couple of visualization exercises. When he opened his eyes he said, "Thank you, Mama. I can do this anytime I need to find my courage."