Now we're both working on unfucking our lives through our own methodology and struggling (sometimes hilariously because sometimes the only way to get through it is to tell it as a story and make it funny). But Cat had a great idea about starting Abbey Nights in her house. When reading about it, my brain was so fried it was crunching so I thought, what a great idea! Jow and I should do that once a month! And I promptly marked it on the calendar to happen weeks from when I thought about it so presumably my life will have neatly fallen into place in a wonder of perfection and I'd be emotionally and intellectually ready to handle this.
That week is this Sunday.
Weirdly, my life hasn't settled into perfection somehow. I thought maybe I could just, like, not mention it and Jow would forget about it and we could settle comfortably in internet forever.
Jow: So that Abbey thing is this Sunday right?
Me: (damnit) Ummmm. Yeah. I guess.
Jow: So how will this work?
Me: Candles aren't really too practical for us. We don't have enough and I don't want either of us to go blind.
Jow: Agreed. Besides Downton Abbey had electricity and they're an abbey--
Me: Right. We haven't even started and already we're watering this down.
Jow: We're not watering it down. We're just not Orthodox. We're Reformed Abbeyists, that's all.
Me: Hee! It's so weird because I'm like crap, what am I going to do? No music, no telly, no internet. Nothing. Since I can't do anything fun I guess I could magically cleanse the house. Or do a puja. Or connect with my gods individually. Clip the cats' nails. Read my new book. Spin on my wheel--
Jow: Yeah just all of that stuff that's imperative but never gets done.
Me: Yeah. That.
I'll report how it goes!