The training room is back together. Nate and I threw out 29 bags worth of trash from it on Sunday, much of which had been previously classified as non-trash. There’s more to be eliminated, but at least it fits in a closet now. On Monday I hauled a mattress to the dumpster, vacuumed, and laid the floor back down. Strangely, after all of that, I was neither sick nor muscle sore.
It’s been raining, and I finally got my hair properly full of henna again. I’m much more comfortable as a redhead. It’s gotten so long now, I had to make up 4 cups of mud rather than 2. I haven’t put the training room to much use yet, as the mad rush of holidays is beginning. That should change soon though, as I’m on track to be in shape for returning to the dojo in January. Nate’s anticipated schedule for that was much more reasonable than mine–I’d thought I would manage it in November.
As much as I’d thought months ago about what I might want for Christmas, when it comes down to the wire what I really want is just to make use of what I already have. No real goals until after the social dust settles.
