Snowy Sunday

Man, what a weekend.

Friday, my mom called and told me that my dad has been diagnosed with a really aggressive cancer. It will probably end him. It’s weird the way that the illusion of immortality of youth, while it may wear thin, somehow manages to persist until one confronts the imminent death of a parent.

Yesterday, we held the inaugural meeting of a Magickal working group that I’m forming with some some friends. One of our intended number failed to show. This is a bummer, as frankly, he;s going through a rough patch. I hope everything is OK by him.

Today, it is snowing. A lot. 3-6 inches were predicted, but there’s more like 9-12 already, and the radar doesn’t show it moving out of here very quickly. All I can say is YUCK.