O foshil jee yn dorrys da Breeshey
With a brief exception of coughing myself blue in order to walk around the block, I spent most of my day either glued to my work computer or deliquesced on the couch recuperating with television thanks to my mother wrestling the idiocies of Apple TV+, but it was Candlemas, so here is my favorite invocation to St. Brigid courtesy of Emma Christian and
nineweaving who first shared it with me Jesus Christ twenty years ago: "Vreeshey, Vreeshey."

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Alan Cumming, sold.
(Man, the second season must be a weird experience for John Kander. I am immensely amused they got Patrick Page, though.)