September 29, 2009
A day in the life of Constance – Chemical Woman.
The first feat of the morning is walking through the Abyss with perfect balance. I take precautions before stepping out – a pinch of Hydrocodone, a dab of Coumidin, some fiber, some Vitamin B-12, a bit of Vitamin D-3, some acid suppressor. I reach the other side without incident and am ready for the next step.
I signal Alf the Wonderbeast, and we commence our morning check around the perimeters of Sanctoriam. Alf stops to point out the movement of the great black snake disappearing into the jungle of impossibly high grasses, and I hear Black Snake saying that it is simply going to its resting place for the day, so I indicate that no action is required. We proceed onward into the huge trees when suddenly we find ourselves beneath a great battle occurring overhead. The Blue SkyJay Patrols are calling in their forces from all corners of Sanctoriam to fight the monstrous Sharp Shinned Hawk BirdSlayers. We are earthbound and cannot take sides in the struggle which rages over us. Both sides screaming imprecations and threats, they move onward down to the willows and back over us again in and out of the trees of the forest.
Now we must hurry down the hill to ask the great council tree Tacama how things are in the west sector. Tacama has been scattering his leaves out, and I ask him why he is so far ahead of the other trees. He says that winter cold will be coming sooner than expected and snow and ice could break his branches if they are still covered with leaves. I ask about the kingdom under the earth, where his great roots reach out in every direction, and he reports that all is well though the black land crabs have been gathering armies. He adds that he and the grasses are monitoring their movement and they will let us know if anything unusual takes place. I remind Alf that his intervention is not required and he need not prepare entrances to the underearth with his digging. He shrugs and moves forward.
We return to Headquarters and visit with Charles, Warrior of the Music Kingdom before he goes forth to do battle. He will be in the company of both good and bad forces; some will be helping the Notes and Clefs in their on-going project of assisting to build beautiful structures while others will be attacking the golden enclaves of song by murdering Notes, burying Rests and maiming Meters. Fortunately he is highly skilled and heavily armed with all necessary tools.
As always, he asks about the Abyss. The evil forces have stolen my armor away, and it is required that I pass unprotected through the dark place each day. I tell him that today it is no deeper and though badly decimated, the remaining Blood Cell Defenses appear to be holding steady.
Constance – Chemical Woman, reporting on a day of her life, living on the Edge.
( The Illustrator is on a photo shoot and hopes your vivid imagination is up to the task )