My life is fairly mundane, but there are moments

I read a lot of cozy mysteries. They are fun and never get too descriptive in the murder department. Plus, they often have recipes or craft instructions at the back of the book, and I always consider that a cool feature.

One thing many do, though, is describe their day. They woke up, what clothes they chose for the day, what they ate for breakfast, what errands they ran, etc.  I thought, gosh, that almost feels like a daily diary or journal entry. I can do that. Not the fiction writing part, of course, I mean the daily diary bit.

Yes, my life is fairly mundane. I rarely do things considered exciting by the average person. But I do enjoy what I do immensely. For instance, today after my morning shower, I pampered myself with a green tea face mask, a green tea hand mask, and a chamomile foot mask. For twenty minutes I enjoyed that small bit of self care. Afterwards I made breakfast and, as usual, made myself a cup of tea. I drank it in a new mug that is black, but once warms up from the tea, the words, "Yes, I am a witch," pops up.

Last night I attended a psychic reading for the first time in my life. This is one where a psychic stands in front of an audience and delivers messages. He very pointedly and repeatedly stated that if he says something that has meaning for you, raise your hand. Once I got home I realized he had said several things that related to me - the name Rosemary, the name Mary, being Irish, being given a rosary, and a few other things. Since they were delivered at different moments to different people, I didn't put any of it together. I had also commented to my friend who went with me, that I felt many in the audience stretched or reached in an attempt to make a connection. So I never raised my hand. Now I wonder. Missed opportunity or just my imagination?

While I was at the reading, my son made supper. He and I regularly watch a Youtuber named Kevin Lee Jacobs. Kevin made a sheet pan dinner of sausage, delicata squash, apples, and some other ingredients and served it with a mustard sauce. I had the pleasure of coming home to a vegan version of this meal, and it really was quite delicious. I had those same leftovers for my supper again tonight, but added scalloped potatoes on the side.

The past two nights I have slept poorly, mostly due to the fact that our power would blink off, then on, then off, several times. There was rain both nights, but these power fluctuations were aggravating. No rain in the forecast tonight, so I am hoping both hubby and I sleep better.

I think I'm going to go work on some cross stitch. I need to get back to it. It's like painting with thread.