I’m not saying I was up to no good, I’m saying I left my comfort zone behind in bed while I spent the day doing one of the very things I said would never happen again for reasons that I still consider temporary insanity.
Once again, that enlightenment can hurry the fuck up and happen now, please and thank you.
As the universe did not respond to my demand, I did the next best thing. I visualized the shoal sigil, filled it with every possible intention for “good cheer”, and called my alibi best friend. Her snark, equally as corrupting as my own, made the task much easier to do and before I knew it, the day was done.
Time to go home.
As I sat at the last traffic light before my apartment complex, I reflected on the batshittery achievements of the day and the satisfaction that the only thing left for me to do was to get inside and file the day as done. Surely there was no need for me to dwell further on the shoal sigil now that the discomfort was behind me, right?
But the more I tallied the successes, the more the shoal sigil pressed itself into the fore of my thoughts. I had challenged a fear and came away with souvenirs of the fear’s defeat, but the shoal sigil inflamed itself such that the late evening sun appeared to be its halo.
Remembering the other times the shoal sigil presented itself without being drawn, I accepted that I may have forgotten something important related to the shoal sigil and silently asked the apparition what was it invoking itself for.
One word was dropped into my thoughts, but the importance of that word was enough to cause me to exhaust nearly every English expletive I know and invent a few more on the spot.
Coffee.
I had noted when I made my morning coffee that there was not enough grounds left in the tin for the following day, and had written a note to myself to make my last stop for the day at the grocery store so I could get coffee and cream.
It would appear that the shoal sigil was just as dependent on the daily mug of mud as I was.
As I jumped out of the turn lane to continue down the street towards the grocery store, I was somewhat amused to note I was buzzing with a low level of anxiety. The anxiety was not relieved until the purchase of my preferred brand of coffee grounds (and a new container of cream) was complete and I was carrying it to the car.