Persistent rain produces a very grumpy sweat factory owner/operator/employee with a terrible humidity-plagued mane of unruly red hair. Somehow, regardless of this debilitatingly unbecoming situation, work continues to get done, and even get done animatedly, spurred on by small everyday Magical happenings: recently, the rediscovery of a genuine hagstone found on the beach when I was two years-old, hidden away knowingly for my future use in waxy yellow tissue + a small spiky wicker basket by my grandfather. A prized addition to the arsenal of charms.
Such witchery being an motivator rather than an effective distraction,
there is vastly more to appear here in the near future! xx