Sword

Well, I did it, I just bought a sword. A little over a decade ago, when I retired from bellydance, the last class I took was sword dance. Always wanted to work up a routine. But Plantar Fasciitis intervened and I never got that far. Now my feet are fine and I can breathe (bonus!). I've resurrected my dance workout - still really stiff.

With a lot of work, I just might have something ready for Egils. There would be some very surprised faces if Cheshme Bulbul (Turkish for "Eye of the Nightingale") danced there again. My new zildjian zills should be here any day, too. This is serious!

Inara, my computer, is having a bad night. She is playing all of the most depressing music she can find in the shuffle. I'm rather disappointed that I didn't get my D&D fix tonight because of those weasels who didn't show up, but for once, I'm not depressed, and now she is. Go figure.

T just called. He was chatty, nice even. My stomach is all knotted up. I just have to take it as it comes.

Happy Lammas!