Rumblings underfoot this week: I blew off all my work. I wrote a song rhyming gin with sin. I practiced the guitar a hundred times and then flubbed onstage so bad the audience cringed. I forgot to do my Weekly Rite until thirty-six hours late.

Make a shrine of it - four walls, a roof and a floor. Write the name on the door. Then take a big step back, make a Cu Chulainn grin, swing your big sword, and smash it down to the floor. Pieces fly everywhere and soften into the ground.