From The Anglo-Saxon Rune Poem
Translated by Bruce Dickins
The thorn is exceedingly sharp,
an evil thing for any knight to touch,
uncommonly severe on all who sit among them.
The mouth is the source of all language,
a pillar of wisdom and a comfort to wise men,
a blessing and a joy to every knight.
Riding seems easy to every warrior while he is indoors
and very courageous to him who traverses the high-roads
on the back of a stout horse.
Apart from a Mewtwo raid at Locust Grove followed by a walk around the nature center with frogs and chipmunks, my Monday was not at all exciting. Paul is sleeping in a medical facility because he is doing a sleep study, and now that my kids live on the west coast, this is the first time I am staying completely alone in this house (apart from four cats who are far more distressed about this than I am -- they were convinced they would not get their nighttime meal because he usually gives it to them).
So I have been watching Crazy Rich Asians, What a Girl Wants, and other things he would not want to sit through again since turning off the baseball game he had on before he left, and Kate and I had been discussing the size of our action figure collections, and although she has some far nicer items than I do -- I don't get anything that costs much more than $10 -- I do have an appalling number of Marvel Norse gods, so without further ado (and please don't click if you don't like Marvel or Norse gods):