The Daily Mustard

Þæs wordum oþer cyninges wita ond ealdormann geþafunge sealde, ond to þære spræce feng ond þus cwæð: 'Þyslic me is gesewen, þu cyning, þis andwearde lif manna on earðan to wiðmetenesse þære tide þe us uncuð is, swylc swa þu æt swæsendum sitte mid þinum ealdormannum ond þegnum on wintertide, ond sie fyr onæled ond þin heall gewyrmed, ond hit rine, ond sniwe, ond styrme ute; cume an spearwa ond hrædlice þæt hus þurhfleo, cume þurh oþre duru in, þurh oþre ut gewite. Hwæt, he on þa tid þe he inne bið an eagan bryhtm ond þæt læsste fæc, ac he sona of wintra on þone winter eft cymeð. Swa þonne þis monna lif to medmiclum fæce ætyweð; hwæt þær foregange, oððe hwæt þær æfterfylige, we ne cunnun. For ðon gif þeos lar owiht cuðlicre ond gerisenlicre brenge, þæs weorþe is þæt we þære fylgen.' Þeossum wordum gelicum oðre aldormen ond ðæs cyninges geþeahteras spræcan.

The vet says that Cuthbert's eye is healing nicely. He got some shots today, and everything is on track. I was especially worried that his sore eye (or formerly sore eye) was pinker around the lids than his good eye. The vet said orange kittens have really pink eyelids. So he's not worried. Anyway, we're continuing his treatment with amoxicillin and atropine ointment and antibiotic ointment and wormer and vitamins. Cuthbert is pretty tired of it all.

This verse has been running through my head as I've been praying for Cuthbert (a fine example of eisegesis, no doubt):

I counsel you to buy from me gold refined by fire, that you may be rich, and white garments to clothe you and to keep the shame of your nakedness from being seen, and salve to anoint your eyes, that you may see. -- Revelation 3:18

(One of the products that Laodicea was famous for in ancient times was the production of eye ointment.)