I'd spent the day in bed moping, lamenting the lack of energy, pretending she still cared and would make everything alright. I got up around 3 when Les came to feed and clean the birds, we chatted about the storm on her horizon so I have that to motivate me too. I bid her farewell, she was taking Kate to dinner, and climbed the stairs feeling the energy begin to swirl in the emptiness of my spine. I put on pancakes from the bowl I'd used at lunch with cinamon and a little of the white sugar dickwad left me. Aside from the fact that I overcooked the first one they were very satisfying and now I can meditate on the flow of chi while I tell you about my conversation with Noah. I spoke with my golden angel yesterday, I just realized the line I need to remember, we all try to deny the truth, to once again eat steak. And as I looked at our reflection in the bathroom mirror, he put his hand on my shoulder and, slowly, with dramatic intention he said "You are the greatest magic