I am the worst ἱεροποιός (temple-steward) ever.
Okay, maybe that’s a little hyperbolic — thus far I haven’t raped anyone in the temple, or murdered a baby and offered its succulent flesh to the Gods, or let some Iranian burn the place to the ground, or a dozen other examples from Greek myth and legend. But I fucking forgot that last night was Lenaia. I am so ashamed, and this is a really shitty way to kick off Year 4.
For some reason I was under the impression that the festival didn’t start until January 23rd or 25th. So I limped downstairs this morning, leg hurting too much to sleep, with the intent to grab one from the stack of unsold calendars on the table near the Óðinn and Frigga shrine, so I could begin planning out our observance now that our household’s Yuletide season is over, only to flip it open and discover the bad news.
Man, I should have hung the calendar by the door in the Bakcheion after putting down the finishing touches, left one beside my desktop computer, or plugged the dates into my Google calendar with notifications, or really anything other than relying on my shitty sense of time.
Oh well. I have nearly a month to get my shit together in time for Anthesteria. No sense dwelling on this fuck up.