I woke at 5am this morning, not being able to sleep. My stomach was playing me up, so I made a hot water bottle and a cup of coffee before drawing this card. Due to looking around on other blogs, I fancied drawing from a tarot deck rather than an oracle today; from one that I felt a long-term familiarity with, so I chose the Morgan Greer.
There is something intimate about this deck. With close-up illustrations, personal space is wiped out as we sit up close and personal at the craftsman's table. As I write, my uncle and cousin are dropping part of the ceiling in our kitchen. I can hear drills and hammering as they work on the bare bones of the room before cupboards and all of the accessories are able to be put in. I see both of them in this card, as they illustrate their skill and craft.
My boyfriend and I were supposed to paint my room today. Because his one drink after work turned into a whole evening out yesterday, this didn't happen. His friend from work stayed at his last night and the two of them came over here this morning. She is a lovely woman and I like her a lot. The three of us drove out for some lunch and a little shopping this afternoon, before taking her to her train. He is tired now and needs an afternoon snooze, which is why I don't always appreciate him having a big night out on a Friday without me. It means that I get the shadow of what his mate got last night. We have been invited to a private party in a pub for two friends this evening, since they are both turning 40. After his night of abandon, I am not sure how up for it he is, but the wicked side of me has said we'll go. I am sure he'll be fine by then and I am quite looking forward to stepping out for a bit. I hardly go to town for drinks these days and can't remember the last time I did. I want us to get on with the room tomorrow, so we'll hopefully call it a night at a reasonable hour.
Illustration from the Morgan Greer Tarot by Bill Greer