Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!"
Have you ever had an MRI?
I had one today. It was the first thing in the morning, and I sure was glad I skipped my coffee before I went, cuz caffeine would not have made matters better.
Here are the tactics I used to get through the MRI:
1. I kept my eyes closed the whole time.
2. I thought about a person in my life who would be unable to endure it (Mr. Johnson) and congratulated myself that I would be able to warn him in advance.
3. I thought of a person who would consider it awesome performance art and want to stay in there all day, (daughter The Heir) and marveled that some inventor created something that sounds just like the stuff she listens to on her MP3.
4. I compared it to living with my mother. (This always works, no matter how bad things get.)
Can I have the envelope, please? The results of the MRI are...
I need a new hip.
White magic will not fix this, of course. Back in the day when the Druids took care of things, I would be given herbal remedies and a good, stout staff, and on I'd go as long as I could.
So, what will white magic do?
It will help.
The bulk of white magic consists of the positive feelings we emit towards others. So, dear readers, think kindly on me and let me know when you're doing it.
Tomorrow, if time permits: We'll catch up with the Monkey Man!
Sunday is The Heir's birthday, and I can't avoid it any longer. She will receive her musical saw.
THE MERLIN OF BERKELEY SPRINGS