
So here we are at the start of a new work week. For me, that means my therapy session. My therapist and I have a running joke that, when she isn’t available on a Monday, things go absolutely sideways in my life (Dad going into hospice, coven thing, a couple of other things), so, of course, she tells me, laughingly, that she won’t be in the office next Monday, and we both laughed and I said, “Oh, so things are going to catch fire. Maybe because we know about it, it’ll be fine!” I will try not to make a self-fulfilling prophecy.
After migrating everything over to my new webhost and starting up the blog, I finally got everything working tonight, thanks to my friend Clay who sat on Zoom with me for a good long time tonight. So now, officially, somethingwicked.me points to this blog, and I’m all kinds of happy.
I have so many thoughts going on in my head, and I don’t know how to settle them down properly. I’m hoping that I can get some of them out of my head so that I can sleep tonight. Which means that I really need to get to the pharmacy to get my new prescription.

I’ll be studying a few herbs intensely this year. I mean, there will be many more that I study, but I’ve decided to try three for sure and maybe a fourth if I can find enough information about it. The three for sure are rosemary, juniper, and violet, with the optional fourth as castilleja, which is the non-racist name of the the state flower of Wyoming, the Indian Paintbrush. Gorgeous flower, not so gorgeous name. So far, I can’t find a whole lot about it, but I’m going to try a lot more work to put together a data sheet. Because I can’t possibly be the only apothecary/hedgewitch who wants to know more about it.
I think I’ve gotten everything out that’s going to come out tonight. I’m really appreciating the longform blogging of WordPress. It’s what I’ve been missing since LiveJournal went all shitty, and microblogging on Facebook and Twitter/X has been in the forefront.