Lamenting Goddess Maintenance

This week shall be devoted to high profile Goddess maintenance as the Goddess Jewel' Wedding Day fast approaches.

I wonder why I even bother, tho. If it wasn't for the fact I AM Goddess I most certainly would NOT.

Mere Mortal continues his head-achy illness journey- so there is no kisses and cuddles and love-making going on as it drives the blood pressure high and makes him physically ill. I assuredly do not get remotely close to anyone at work- least of all close enough for them to see if I have unshorn armpits and legs. I pull my hair back with a goddess band in my golden tresses, so why in the name of Thor am I going to the four hour trouble of these ritualistic showering and shampooing and conditioning, shaving and lotioning and moisturizing and powdering and perfuming myself?

Most certainly the showering and shampooing I can not see myself doing without- but the rest of it is just mortal vanity. Again, I most certainly do not actually DO anything to make me perspire and become malodorous as I sit on my rapidly expanding Mortal posterior in a climate controlled office in front of a computer all day long. Hardly the thing a Valkyrie Warrior Goddess would warrant as remotely taxing.

I could certainly be spending my precious time doing other things; such as workouts and food prep to get this pathetic excuse of a mortal body back in top Goddess form.

Is it really worth it until there is something to make it worth my while? It is certainly fast losing it's shimmer for this Most High and Supreme Goddess.