Last night was an odd night. I had a visitor, and I could tell from the first moment how the evening would end. It wasn't the ending that was in line with my will. But I allowed it to happen anyway.
Events unfolded in orderly and predictable steps, and at any step I could have stopped and said, "This is not my will." But I did not.
It is a lesson learned. This morning I cleared my temple space. I created a large pile of laundry, and did much cleaning. I did what I could to clear and clean my living space. I am now putting my space back together.
A black candle burns in the Temple of Wombat. It was lit after banishing, and before re-dedicating the temple.
The 'what happened' part of the night is not the point. It could have been nothing larger than allowing the visitor to put Depeche Mode on the stereo when it was really my will to listen to Rush. The point is that the wants of the other trumped my own will.
Measures must - and will - be taken.