Poetry meme and central heating
Poetry meme, gacked from about half my f-list. I’m a week late, but poetry is never stale. After contemplating the choices overnight, I settled on a seasonal selection, from Macbeth.

Round about the cauldron go:
In the poison’d entrails throw,
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty one
Swelter’d venom, sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Woll of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting.
Lizard’s leg and howler’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

* * *

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

O, well done! I commend your pains;
And every one shall share i’ the gains:
And now about the cauldron sing,
Like elves and fairies in a ring,
Enchanting all that you put in.

By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.

Fall has finally arrived. I finally succumbed and turned on the heat today. I promised to do it when the indoor temperature dropped below 60 degrees, and it had been hovering at about 61 for 2-3 days because the clouds had prevented the sun from doing my heating for me. I was beginning to become lethargic, but I caught the thermometer reading 59 degrees this morning, and the heat went on. Too bad. I was liking the gas bill, and the heat turns my bedroom into an oven while the den freezes.

But next week I can enjoy a cold bedroom again. I'm going camping with the Cub Scouts in Pennsylvania and there is no heat in my tent. Actually, I'm looking forward to it.

Credit for the new elf icon goes to here_be_dragons or alpheratz or giraffe_warrior. I can no longer remember which because it has been too long since I've had it.