October 6, 2009
Noon - Sue's Apartment

The bright noonday light was streaming through her bedroom window when next Sue woke. Dimly she remembered rousing before, enough to kiss Paul goodbye as he left to go to work at the shelter, and roll over to snuggle into the warm impression left by his body. Blurry eyes tried to focus on shades that should be closed... and were moving, jerking up and down slightly as the determined ferret tugged the cord in his mouth, trying to stay on the floor against the counter-tug of the shade. Apparently, someone was hungry.

With a yawn, she pulled herself upright, somewhat relunctantly, and dragged her robe around herself, murmuring "Alright... I get it..." to the small weasel, waiting for the Familiar to scramble up to her shoulder before rising and padding out of the room, stroking his furry head with a finger. A little rummaging in the kitchen and she remembered where she'd put the ferret chow, pouring out a dish and garnishing it with a few grapes, and left Chak to his breakfast.

Breakfast for herself was the rest of the bunch, which she munched on as she walked into the main room of her small apartment, humming a lilting tune to herself. Last night had been so... centering. Yes, centering was the word. The quiet communion of the Meeting House had done wonders to bolster her spirit and finishing out the night in Paul's sweet embrace had held it's own magic. She was starting to doubt, herself, that she was real, a doubt that plagued her more often of late, especially with spending a fortnight beyond the mortal realm. His warmth and his touch had most emphatically reminded her that she, indeed, was quite real, a reality she had been more then happy to return in kind.

Sue carefully treasured this rare sensation of harmony as she began her morning... now afternoon... abulations to her Goddess, pouring it out in offering with the ghee, in offering with the fragrant blossoms unfolding from the paper in her fingers, in offering with the song carried in her quiet breath.