Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host –
by the Divine Power of God –
cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits,
who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.
Amen.
I have a good reason this time– my power was knocked out by the OMG!WTF!Stormpocalypse Friday night, and only came back on a few hours ago. So, let’s catch up now so there’s less to do in the morning . . .
Yes, I was awake for the storm and yes, it was very apocalyptic. Furious, roaring winds, constant lightning, punishing rain . . . it was very scary. I’ve been through hurricanes more tame . . .
American Slytherin 