December 24, 2009
9 of Swords
Last night was the 9 of Swords. Maybe it was because I was thinking about it for yesterday’s #amtarot, but I felt like the person on the card. I got no sleep because all these worries kept popping into my head.
“What if someone breaks in the car and steals the gifts or even the gifts? Why is the dog pacing the room and sniffing? Is she going use the bathroom in here? I need to get to sleep or there is no way I’m going to make it through Midnight Mass. What if the dogs are bad at my parents’ house? I hope they don’t ruin anything there. Where are we going to set-up their kennels? Why is she whining now? Am I really going to have to walk them at 3am (Yes)? Is it morning yet?”
And on and on…
I told myself I was just being the guy on the 9 and needed to just stop. But I didn’t & now I exhausted. Hubby is driving, so maybe I can get some sleep soon.
At least the dogs are laying down now. (Unless we hit a bump, then Brutus must stand up and start the 5 mins of circling all over to lay back down.)
