Monday is Magic-day
The pet store by my house should be called "Sad, Sad Pets" instead of Most Valuable Pets or PetSmart or whatever. The gerbils and guinea pigs shrank back against the glass in fear, the birds openly sobbed, and two dogs were drawing an escape plan on the back of their cage. It said: 1) Look cute and get out of cage 2) bite child 3) run for it. Not a very good plan, in my view.

Met a magician at the bus stop. She was 4 foot tall and 300 pounds. Stout. She vigorously waved her arms to and fro before tackling an imaginary (?) foe. She spun around to face me. Thus she spake magic and extremely profane words - maybe her magic is rooted in profanity? I stumbled back and she laughed. The powerful emanation smelled of garlic and poo. I didn't share her amusement. I offered her a crinkled dollar bill for safe passage. She said "You're money is no good here." But she pocketed my buck. Then, she explained that she was a powerful magician sent to Crystal City to fight nefarious forces. I agreed she was powerful. I have only experienced such power once before - a sweaty cab driver in Dubai.