A Prayer Withheld
Well, Sunday morning I contemplated lighting a candle and pouring some locally-made artisan blackberry wine over my Princess Celestia figurine, as an offering that the horsey team win the thingy and thereby subdue and depress the populace of Seattle so I could have a quiet night at work.
However, I am very glad now I did not tempt fate by making that libation. Judging by the *batshit* *insanity* of the celebrating on the street outside my workplace - grid-locked honking traffic and thronging crowds which required the riot police two blocks south of us - a loss might have resulted in nothing less than a citywide Armageddon.
Which would have been worse than having a busy/annoying night at work, but only just.
However, I am very glad now I did not tempt fate by making that libation. Judging by the *batshit* *insanity* of the celebrating on the street outside my workplace - grid-locked honking traffic and thronging crowds which required the riot police two blocks south of us - a loss might have resulted in nothing less than a citywide Armageddon.
Which would have been worse than having a busy/annoying night at work, but only just.