Happy Bealtaine, by the way!

Tonight is Old Bealtaine

from before the calendar changed in the 18th century.







Good night.

Change of plans

After sitting down finally, it occurred to me that I'm really sore, from head to toe, but mostly in my neck and shoulders. I did a lot of lifting tonight at work and I think I may have messed something in my neck up. So I'll do notes Saturday, and wine/religious obligations tomorrow night, which is Old Bealtaine and therefore a day of power. [I tend to celebrate the holiday according to the old calendar, rather than the new.] I'll make two separate offerings, one to my Patroness, who is Greek (the wine and honey), and one to the Celtic Gods of my ancestors (the mead, along with a little of the friendship bread, too.)

For now, though, Cerys is fed and has been taken out, so I think I'll take some ibuprofen and sit in the chair with the heating pad/massager on and see if that helps.

It looks to be a beautiful Bealtaine

with gorgeous weather and a big shining moon. I'd like to celebrate with some spiced mead I have, but I just went off the Flagyl and apparently alcohol and that drug will make you sick as a dog, so I don't want to take a chance. Maybe for Old Bealtaine--May 11/12. I have a meeting/continuing education programme over at St Joseph Hospital tomorrow, so I won't be going into work proper. Then I have a store meeting to get to. After that, I hope to enjoy some of the fine weather, as it's supposed to rain as the Derby approaches. Joys of the season to you.