Today is a holy day in the Roman Catholic church, and if I recall correctly, a day off from school!
And tomorrow is the feast of St. Blaise, a minor saint. On this day, we had to go to church to get our throats blessed. (No, really. I wonder if they still do that?) The priest had this contraption made out of candles that looked like half of a small steering wheel and he’d aim it at your throat. Once in place, he’d pronounce the blessing.
The whole thing made me tense and always struck me as vaguely threatening. I never trusted authority figures, and I haven’t changed much.
Roads here look pretty dry (temps in the 40s), no power outages in my neighborhood, we really dodged the bullet. How about you guys?
I live in an industrial area, and someone must be illegally releasing fumes. No other explanation for waking up with swollen, weepy eyes. I mean, I should be able to crack a window during a friggin’ ice storm – I know it’s not pollen at this time of year!
This is pretty creepy. That’s one of the problems with companies like Facebook — you can never talk to a human.
Here’s a hint: If you can’t reach someone to help you with a problem, call their corporate communications office and tell them you’re writing a story about what happened. They’re usually a lot more cooperative.