Today I am scrubbing my house.
I am cleaning up the mess that has been eating my life, as part of my Work for Her.
I need to respect myself, She says.
I need to take care of myself, She says.
I can’t do that in this Cthulhu-like mess.
Clean house. Then formal ritual dedicating a whip to Her. Then feast.
It’s Her holiday, so it’s special.