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Rewatching RotK. After learning about the comitatus and the relationship between lord and retainer in both the Battle of Maldon and The Wife's Lament, Eomer nearly made me cry:

Now is the hour, Riders of Rohan, oaths you have taken! Now, fulfill them all! To Lord and Land!

Karl Urban just nails it. Wah.

My ankle hurts a lot today. I think I overdid it yesterday. Also, I'm suffering from the death flu. *shakes fist*

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Someone is shoveling my driveway.

...I would go out and check who it is, but I'm still in pajamas, and pahamas aren't good for confronting people with shovels.

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*blinks*

I just agreed to do a playing engagement next week. I assume my ankle will be ok- I can hobble along all right now, and I'll have it taped up well in good shoes. But, um. The Bay is paying us each with a bottle of expensive perfume.

I don't wear perfume, but I'll take an 80$ bottle, sure.

WTF did I just do?

I'm such a Winnipegger though. She said "They'll pay us with perfume," and my first thought was "Booze?! Sure!"