I don't know. It might have been worse, but I begin to believe increasingly that might be said of anything. My shoulders are still lost. Perhaps it will end soon. If not, I might resort to some really serious seiðr. Really dreadfully--Axl! You rescued us, you know. That was wonderful. Ripped the cage apart, bent into a tangle, oh, I might write an ode. I think I shall write an ode, Axl, acting, axe-arm aiming/a club clashing, Axl, warrior daring and most doughty... No, well, perhaps when my head is not clouded. Help me up so I may hug you.