Flashes of Panic

If I seem a little sleepy lately, it’s because the later part of the week has been the Festival of the Full Moon at our apartment. It’s celebrated pretty much any month when the full moon is visible, and can be a multi-night celebration. Iz is the primary celebrant, of course, and he decides which months will be celebrated and what form the celebration will take.

The early part of this month’s celebration was to be celebrated around midnight, with a toy known as “the chili pepper” (a long story.) Finding few takers for the ritual at that hour, he shifted to a passionate re-enactment, around 4 AM, of the cataclysmic struggles with the Great Scourge of the Bathroom, a production which involved props and a great deal of howling and banging from one end of the apartment to the other.

Somewhat later, when the celebrant’s acolyte (finally!) rose to prepare breakfast, his sluggishness was punished with a bite to the hand.

I’ll be happy when the festival is over for the month. If nothing else, I’ll sleep more.

Now Playing: Red Army Blues from A Pagan Place by The Waterboys