1) St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our defense against the wikedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray, and do thou, O prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into hell Satan and all other evil spirits who prowl about the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.
2) Dreamt last night that I was walking through town when I got an alert on my iPhone about a mega-quake in CA. Moments later, where I was (East Coast) starting jumping up and down like that quake back in Auguest, only much bigger. Felt like I was in a moon-bounce.
That’s what I get for watching EQ warnings before going bed. . .
On that premise, however, would watching episodes of Person of Interest give me dreams featuring Jim Caviziel? Hmm, this bears further research . . .
American Slytherin 
Yer funny! But hey, JSYK, you got a typo in St. Michael’s prayer that’s been getting cut and pasted in every post. “wikedness.” 🙂
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. . . D’oh!
. . . thank you. Shows you that I’m more familiar with saying it than spalling it. . .
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speaking of spelling . . . I need coffee . . .
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Hah! I thought that was on purpose! Hey, BTW, that case of champagne I was talking about routing your way never materialized. SD insisted on it being a non-serious bet, and did not wish to donate defaulted winnings to worthy causes… like you. Sorry! But I promise that if we make it to DC before all the violent protests this summer, we’ll bring you some good saki!
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