An elfin maiden lies, scantily clad, on a stone plinth. Her hands are held as though in prayer above her chest, her eyes softly closed. A single sword lies horizontally beneath her, with three more hanging over her forehead, chest and abdomen, points down. The only creepy aspect is that, if we look closely, instead of a stainglass window in the wall, there is someone bound to a cross, being agressed by daggers from every direction, just outside.
The song that pops into my head is an old one, from Susanne Vega: The Queen and the Soldier. The young maiden looks so sweet and innocent, yet she rests calmly while outside her room someone is tortured.
And yet, if she's not the evil Queen who ordered the outside figure strung up, perhaps retreat is the better part of valour. If there is nothing we can do, isn't it better to rest and save our energy for when it can be useful?
As for me, I have some work I'd like to do, in preparation for taking a holiday in mid-February. It's amazing how many things need to be organised, and that's even before we get to the packing stage. Part of that is because we need to post a box out ahead with various of Big Boy's medical supplies, as well as nappies and his prescription food. Gone are the days of travelling with hand luggage only!
I am grateful for lists and computers.