Cold water hurts my hands.  I suppose that this is a fever.  Damn it.  I have a list of 19 things to fix and then this chapter is done.  I'm not going to make it tonight - I'm feeling more and more miserable and just want to go to bed.  Ahh well.  The intentions were good.  Maybe tomorrow I'll feel enough better that I can wrap my mind around these ( Read more... )

Oh man.  I feel like crap.  This sucks.

(Pouts)

But this chapter is ALMOST done.  (After my third trip to the video store in one day, of course.)  Four and a half hours... can I beat the year?

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Reffed the Temple Open yesterday - a very good experience. Last weekend I reffed the first day of the Gala and was not too happy with it, I wrote about it to a friend, saying "I reffed the first day of the Gala, and wasn't terribly pleased with my reffing. It makes perfect sense to me that I can have days when I know what to do in a bout, but just ( Read more... )

When I've been up for three days, I tend to hallucinate cats running hither and thither. When I've simply been on my feet all day, I often think in bullet points and numbers ( Read more... )

Wow. THAT was a long weekend. But a pretty good one ( Read more... )

At FAP by 7:30 to do some invoicing. Training by 8:30. Coaching at 11:30. Fenced, reffed, and ran an epee tournament until 7. Probably sat down for about an hour over the course of the day. Maybe two. And that on top of my three Friday classes. Every inch of me is tired. My legs and feet throb. My hands don't want to move ( Read more... )

It's not uncommon that I get the first three touches and then lose the bout 3-5. I need to remember this. If I build that lead, it's time for me to sit back for a while and break my own momentum. Otherwise, I get too close and my bain turns off. After the first three, it's time to play a more open distance.

Back to coaching at Harcum. Back to fencing-only weekends. With any luck, my Friday schedule will be Shipley from 3:15 to 4:15 or so, Bryn Mawr, then Harcum from 6:30 to 9:30. Then training Saturday morning from 8:30 to 11:30, and coaching until 2:30 or so. Sometimes a meet in the afternoon, always competing or reffing on Sunday ( Read more... )

There's a bundt cake on my counter! I'm so absurdly proud of myself. I feel like I built it, gothic arches and all. I want to make another immediately, but only because of the pure satisfaction of turning the pan over and feeling it become lighter, then lifting it and seeing this bizarrely intricate baked good.