Welcome to the Cauldron, @geegot and @MaxDeRoxas!
In My Head: I hope I get home enough before the weather to get a run in today…
In the Cup: Yuban with a splash of Almond Milk
Currently Playing: Mumford and Sons, Sigh No More
Daily Run: Depends on the weather. (This is not the response a “real runner” would give. A “real runner” would run anyway. But having recently suffered through a bout of the flu and currently nursing a cold, I don’t have the luxury of being a “real runner” right now because it could really wreak havoc on my Mommy/Grad Student/Wife persona. I like to think of this kind of thinking as a sign I am getting wiser, not just older…)
On the Desk: Merrin Born; presentation notes for next week
On the DVR: Grey’s Anatomy, Glee, and Downton Abbey
On the Nightstand: The Faerie Queene, Book Two; The Wayfarer Redemption; Excellence Without a Soul
BPal of the Day: Blood Kiss
|Blood Kiss||Bewitching Brews||Lush, creamy vanilla and the honey of the sweetest kiss smeared with the vital throb of husky clove, swollen red cherries, but darkened with the vampiric sensuality of vetiver, soporific poppy and blood red wine, and a skin-light pulse of feral musk.|
Happy Robbie Burns Day!
I’ve written about Robbie Burns before, but I honestly can’t remember when I did it last, so here’s a very brief summary: known as the “Ploughman’s Poet” Robbie Burns was a popular Scottish poet of the early 19th century who wrote in Scots dialect, breaking the “rules” of poetry as an elevated art form and bringing it to the common folk. He’s celebrated each year on his birthday (January 25) with a Robbie Burns Supper, where folks gather to read his poems aloud, eat haggis (a sort of pudding sausage made of sheep’s intestines. It’s an acquired taste), to which he famously wrote an ode, and drink Scottish whiskey. Being married to a fellow of Scots descent, I am inordinately fond of the culture, so today here’s my own ode to those who celebrate the late, great Robbie Burns:
Wee, sleekit, timrin’ beasties,
don’t forget to ha’ your pasties,
and a drop o’ whiskey on th’ side!
For today, we toast th’ Ploughman’s Poet,
’tis his birthday, don’t ye know it?
an’ here’s a poem to toast your Scotsmen’s pride!
Here’s Robbie Burns’s own “To a Haggis”:
Address To A Haggis