Spearcarrier here—computer fan screamin’, space-heater roastin’ my toes, pizza waitin’ in the wings. Complete with swear words. In this one I sit down with Many Cats and chew over:

• the Tale of the Moldy Ham Sandwich (yes, it’s still in the fridge)

• how a real-deal fairy ring sucked me into an eight-hour daily dance marathon

• “Fairy Hitler” and his soul-siphonin’, gem-bedazzled cicada self

• hitting Level Zero burnout and the ritual that brought my soul piece home

• lessons learned: grounding, energetic hygiene

• shout-out to Dragon Shaman (link on the blog) for legit cleanup help - thedragonshaman.net

Grab a mug of chamomile brew, park yourself somewhere comfy, and let’s ramble th ...