Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Come in without an appointment. We'll work you in, fix you up with a very nice god who will work out those nasty kinks!
Speaking of nasty kinks, Anne's got carpal tunnel syndrome, sore knees, and a burning need to smell goats instead of reading about them! She's used up the midnight oil and is on to the 3:00 a.m. supply (and we know how much that costs, don't we?).
In the meantime, some nice gods and goddesses have dropped in to keep you company, and Anne's faeries haven't hidden her car keys or her reading glasses even once!
We should know. We're Anne's faeries: Puck and Princess. You'll be pleased to learn that Anne should be back tomorrow. That will be good news for her cats, who continue to hide whenever "Mr. Applegate" arrives.
For the record, we faeries don't like Applegate either. He's an alien. It's written all over him.
PUCK AND PRINCESS