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."