Eating us away to our extinction.

Planted things outside today. Had teinedreugan water them because I was too wrung out after digging the holes to haul the hose around. Of course, then it rained. It wouldn't have had we not made sure the phlox was watered.

(suzimoses, I'm sorry. We had thunder.)

I bought a jasmine plant today, and potted it up into a nice blue pot and set it in the centre of my window. As per thoughts recently (under limited lock), I have started a Wesir devotional. The sort of help I need is not how to asskick the asskickers at the moment, much though it's good to feel Big Red back in the sky as the storm rolls through. I need to figure out how to reanimate and live strong after I've been ripped into pieces. So my Wesir devotional is: I will not let this plant die. I should probably find an Aset devotional for pulling the pieces together, but I've never been at all sure how to deal with Her; I think resurrection would be more useful to me to pursue anyway, as those of us who have been rent into bloody lumps are not necessarily in a state conducive to performing any reassembly ourselves. (Note to self: bring plant into shrine space when you're next capable of meeting requisite purity requirements and introduce it properly.)

And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
To the slim chance of love's recovery. . . .