Dear Eris and Thor and everyone else:
Thank you for sparing me so far from the ick.
Hail Eris and all the other gods so kindly disposed to my health.
Also, the god of working from home and being able to go grocery shopping at midnight.
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Dear Eris and Thor and everyone else:
Thank you for sparing me so far from the ick.
Hail Eris and all the other gods so kindly disposed to my health.
Also, the god of working from home and being able to go grocery shopping at midnight.
HAIL to the deity of non-cold-having!
Can I have some ~ma for my friends baby? It's one of the twins born the other day. Baby H is back in the hospital for a couple of days for tests. He's having trouble feeding and the doctors are possibly worried about other issues.
Oh, Thor, how have I upset thee? How may I regain your favor?
Lots of ~ma for baby H.
Let's see, Thor's a thunder god, a god of fertility, he likes mead, his chariot is drawn by two goats--clearly you need to go eat some goat curry, then go to a rousing party and get laid.
Well, I do have curry in the crock pot (chicken, alas), rousing party...ummm...I guess crawling in bed after work doesn't count, and get laid...I wish.
Oh well. I shall wallow.
The Norse gods don't actually do a lot of intervening, but it's always advisable to send a good thought out to the relevant deity if involved in something in their bailiwick. A couple of amulets, etc. The priests take care of the big stuff.
I like the pagan deities, they're not as hand-holdy but they're generally good for bitching with.
I'm willing to sacrfice whatever it takes to whomever. Well anything in the house that isn't Penny or myself. Because the chills and a slight fever are making a very unwelcome encore appearance.
It's like sitting through the fifth FAREWELL Tour of some band (that swears they are retiring honest to god, but really only until next year when they do another tour) OR listening to the "Greatest hits" album on repeat of a band that had 1 actual hit and it was a god awful earworm of a song like Call Me Maybe.
Plus tomorrow is trash day so I have to go back out in the motherfucking cold and 1) dig out a spot for the trash and recycling and 2) dig out the trash can and 3) drag it all to the side of the road.
At least it's warmer than it was earlier it now feels like 1 instead of feels like -3.
The icky has taken up residence in my chest. Walking to the kitchen is fricking marathon. I pulled out my nebulizer 9 ny to realize that I'm either out of the neb meds or I have hidden them from myself. A very sweet friend who has an asthmatic daughter is on her way to the rescue. So thankful.
Now I'm just trying to store up enough energy to be able to answer the door when she gets here.