Sooooo tired. And yet I prayed anyway. I was going to give it a miss and just say a few words but I found myself doing my usual daily prayer anyway. Turns out even a small rite can be tiring. Or maybe it's just me.

I only go to the effort of mentioning the prayer because of the experience. Wasn't earth-moving, but when I called the Lady She gave me support and when I called the Lord He held me up. It's a nice metaphor actually. The Lord shall hold me up, the Lady lend me strength. Check it out, it's iambic. I asked Their blessings for work tomorrow.

And now I go crash.