No coven for you, Miss Nun.

The gathering of the coven that I'd scheduled for last night didn't happen at all because Tacoma Girl was unwell. My one effective means of contacting namoda, namely Discord, has mysteriously stopped working. The other two of us don't know what's going on there, either.

I had some new decorations to show off, and stories to tell. Le sigh. Welp, at least the house will be fairly clean when I get back from Virginia. I already became one with the snacks I bought. And the Wendling is buying me lunch today.