It would have been an epic sort of travesty had we made it through Animal Week II without a pair of bear socks. Like, some kind of Greek tragedy…just without all the weird bits and the revenge plot.
All I’m saying is that thankfully I did have this excellent pair of socks adorned with bears to put on this morning, and I’m pretty sure that’s why I wasn’t blown off course by Poseidon today, or tempted by the Fates. Never mind that I don’t sail.
Here then, is my advice to you, for keeping your days on track: avoid the chance mistake of taking your dad’s throne, try not to blind anyone who might have a God of the Sea in the family, and have bear socks at the ready, always.