Weyland’s Whey, March 2nd 2025 “Heartbeats” Column

Be Still My Heart

Last month’s horoscope predicted surprises and the unexpected, and I promised to say how everything worked out:

While they were loading me into the helicopter the pilot told Sparkle I’d had a visit from the  Widowmaker. (She looked it up later. Eighteen percent survival rate.) If I hadn’t had the heart attack in my doctor’s office I probably wouldn’t have made it.

Sparkle cancelled all of her classes and drove to the hospital every day to be with me. She brought me things to read and notebooks to write in. She made sure I had plenty to drink. We held hands a lot. She healed me.

Now, eight days later, I’m in bed at home, scribbling down my latest column. My familiars can tell something’s off and they seldom leave my side now. Delinquent the doxie is not a coddler by nature, but she’s superglued to my hip while I work. I look around for Tabitha the tabby and discover her on my bedside nightstand, her head inside my coffee cup up to her shoulders. (I’m allowed a single cuppa daily now, as opposed to my previous thermos full. I guess Tabitha is just making sure I don’t overdo. Slurp.)

I figure I’m lucky to still be alive! Everything that happens from this point on is gravy!! I’ve got NO reason to moan or complain ever again!!!

That lasted about three days…

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Weyland, Sparkle and their fur kid familiars can be reached at [email protected] and seen at paganpages.org