oh dear, what a pity that today was a complete write-off, it being Lughnasadh. I sadly spent the entire day in bed, except for a very brief window early in the morning, due to pain and illness. hardly celebratory, but I don’t doubt that the Gods I worship would understand — time is a slippery thing anyway, is it not? I had nothing concretely planned, for this very reason. I will honour the occasion this evening with a small candle ritual, I think. I won’t promise I’ll do any more than that, as judging by how bad the pain levels are this morning, it seems 50/50 as to whether I’ll get around to it at all, but such is life with chronic illness. it’s vile, and I hate it, but I cannot change it.
not unless some severe government reforms take place, mind you, and I shan’t hold my breath waiting for those, or I daresay I’d be in even more pain than I already am. (“one solution, revolution…” is looking more and more likely as time goes by…)
may those in the northern hemisphere have a most blessed Imbolc, and my fellow southern hemisphereans, I hope you had a blessed Lughnasadh. (*^_^*)
it is because I missed the day that I have very little to note down of any real interest — I washed my hair last night, at 2pm or thereabouts, does that count? heartbreakingly, that’s almost as fascinating as I ever get, lately…