Ian
It is a sunny morning and I am staring out the window of my ‘witchy’ shop trying to stir my thoughts away from last night and last week and everything that happened or didn’t happen, in the in-between. Unfortunately there are no customers yet, so I can’t use them as a distraction from my unhappy thoughts.
With a pout, I decide it might be a good idea to clean a little, probably re-arrange some of the shelves full of herbs and stones, to shuffle the hand-made charms. Maybe open the shutters a bit more and let the sunshine and fresh air get in. I need a damn change - to move things a little, to do something before I go out of my mind and start screaming with frustration.
The inventory is not planned until next week though and the cleanup is scheduled for Sunday afternoon. The shelves
