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Wednesday, March 19th, 2003

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1:20p
New Reflexes
I did my taxes last night. I'm actually going to get money back for the first time in several years, which was a shock. Afterwards I banged on the pell for a bit, practicing some of the blows I'd learned in Duke Paul of Bellatrix's class. Surprisingly enough I remembered them pretty well. Actually remember them better in muscle memory than mentally--he's a good teacher. Not reflexes I'd expected to have, but I like them.

Later we were in bed and a bright *FLASH*FLASH*FLASH*FLASH* came through the window. I automatically sat up and reached for the blinds to see what was going on, then turned my face away from the window and leaned over to shelter Laura. Stayed that way until even a shock wave from downtown would've arrived. Not a reflex I'd expected to have, but probably a sensible one. Al Qaeda's made one or two tries at LAX already. I think the odds of an attack here are very low, and of a nuclear one even lower, but they're not zero, and I used to think they were. So I treat a streetlight bulb blowing as if it were an explosion, just in case.

After I got Laura back to sleep I had to stay up for a couple of hours until the adrenaline went down enough to let me sleep again. Then I slept soundly. So that at least hasn't changed.

Current Mood: contemplative
2:17p
A War Prayer
Lord Lugh, guide our warriors' hands, that they may strike true and kill the evil, not stray and hurt the innocent.

Lord Tubal Cain, strengthen our warriors' arms, that they smite the evil ones so they will not rise again.

Lord Kernunnos, lighten the feet of the conscripts facing our warriors, that they may flee to safety and not die in the service of evil.

Lady Bride, ease the pain of all those wounded in this war.

Lady Niamh, comfort the parents and widows and orphans of those who die in this war.

And Goddess Athena, though my blood is not of your tribe, I beg you to grant wisdom to our chiefs, that the ashes of this war may fertilize a harvest of justice.

This we pray with all our heart and soul.

So Mote It Be.

Current Mood: Prayerful

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