By William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
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Denise came over on Thursday morning and we went to the mall for lunch, then to an EX raid and a Giratina raid at the Pokemon gyms near Shirley Povich Field, both of which were very successful, as were our lucky trades. Then we came back to my house and watched all current episodes of What We Do In the Shadows because she doesn't have FX to watch it at her house.
So, a good day! After dinner, Paul and I watched Cloak & Dagger, which has been pretty great this season, and The Orville, which has been even better -- this week, directed by Frakes, had Sirtis and a whole slew of Trek-connected big name guest stars, plus Dolly Parton music and Joanna Russ themes. Here are some more flowers from Meadowlark Botanical Gardens:
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