It's an ill wind tonight. Or it will be, very soon. And it's already blown me much good.
We're on the verge of a weather change. I don't hurt from it yet, but it's stopping me getting to sleep. I gave up on sleep a few minutes ago as a bad job, in fact. I decided that the best possible thing I could do at 2 am was to finish going through my shelves and hauling out the books I intend to finish with this weekend and put back on Monday. So that's all done. Along the way I found my missing manual of demonology. It had cleverly hidden itself with a bunch of Renaissance plays, a book on the Medieval underworld, soem theological stuff, and a life of Nostradamus. Also with much dust.
Now that I have my manual of demonology back, I shall do a few minutes work. I want to take advantage of my tremendous good fortune while things are still quiet outside.
I have kept the manual out, in case any of you have longstanding questions about the use of bat's blood and etc. It's been missing for three years, after all.
Published on November 12, 2010 15:06