Recently, I have made these Facebook posts, which I have made into Tweets once I reduced the word count. They seem worth preserving in an easier to find format. I feel a poem brewing out of them: witchery, enchantment, the modern office, etc. Or maybe they are just comments on modern life in 2021--still worth preserving.
Ordering supplies for Vet Tech, and it feels very appropriate for Halloween, even though we make these kinds of orders year round: sheep's blood, brains, that kind of thing. All in a day's work! And still I find myself leaving notes that I never expected to make in my professional life: "The sheep's blood won't arrive until Nov. 8." Am I a campus director, a spy, or a witch?
As I walked home from the grocery store, a couple walking their dog said, "It's not raining." I said, "Not yet." Four minutes later, I was at home, and it was pouring rain, and I am thinking of changing careers to meteorologist or witch.
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