I might yet murder Mr Pedia over the house paint color decision that must be made by tomorrow morning. I will probably instead decide that I simply don't care and he can paint it whatever set of colors he wants. Does it matter really? No.
Some time this week I'll be learning how to do the Olympic lift known as the
snatch. My
cleans are still pretty crappy because of limited wrist flexibility, but I'm making progress. I really wish I could
convince more women (by which I mean: you, dear reader) to lift weights. Gaining physical power has some very interesting mental and emotional side effects. The good kind.
Figured out the knighting story. Now it's just a matter of, er, typing. A lot. But at least I know where the characters are starting and where they're ending up and some interesting things they do along the way. I'm sure I'll lose confidence in it at some point, as usual. Must attempt to turn off the inner editor.