Last night was the first night back at training. We're in a new location. It's weird being there, but I'm sure it'll setting into a new normal very soon. I saw all the old crew; and I have missed them so much. It was awesome to be back with them all, laughing and hitting, getting bruised and bruising others.... ahhhhh... life is good now.
Honestly, I adore my martial arts crew. And I was genuinely so giddy to see them all again.
Today, I am tired. I was supposed to get up early and go for a brief half-hour run this morning. That didn't happen. Instead, I stayed in bed, listening to the cat lose his goddamn mind doing wind sprints between my bed and the sewing room, while happily curled beneath the covers (it was cold enough last night for covers, another reason I'm feeling great today).
Oh well. I'll try for Friday, depending on how my still-healing foot feels. Persephone slept on it last night, and it's a bit achy today. Maybe Monday. It really does depend on my foot. For the record, it did very well during training last night.
Tonight is another great night. I'm streaming. And I love the game I'm streaming. I'm going to have to replay it.
Right, I have a lot of work to do today, so here's a great piece about what it's like to have your writing as your sole source of income by Chuck Wendig.