Nose to the grindstone 2025

[Drunk Monk]

Happy Solstice btw

[Drunk Monk]

Kung Fu. Maybe yoga later. Prolly a spontaneous nap too.

[Greg]

Dog walk. Grocery shopping. More dog walk. Yard watering. PT. I have a lot of day left. Might build some planter boxes for the garden. Give the dogs something else to destroy.

[Drunk Monk]

I am so sore. After Metallica I had a great Kung Fu session, then Stacy wanted to do some backpack training so we hiked 5 miles in Pogonip with Duke Yuki (her in full pack), then I joined her for a Yoga intensive with Kofi (yesterday was International Yoga Day). 

I’m just gonna rest today. Maybe sauna. Maybe a spot of spam queueing & laundry to get a jump on next week.

[Greg]

Sunday chores including bird feeding, watering, and dog walking. I also started building the planter boxes. I'm going to avoid doomscrolling as much as possible. (Not to be confused with Doom Scrolling, which I can't quit)

[Drunk Monk]

1st Monday meeting cancelled. 2nd meeting imminent. Just a work day. I got a little bit done yesterday so today will be easier. Gonna walk Yuki next.

[Drunk Monk]

Another meeting. Work and some overdue writing. Then over to svale. Tara wants to visit my mom so we'll do that together after she gets there.

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

Stacks o' Swords to repair. Summer Nationals starts Friday.

[Greg]

Good times. Are the big boys going or are they prepping for World's?

[Dr. Ivor Yeti]

The Big Boyz are getting resdy to wrap-up Pan-Ams (Zonal Championship) and then trsining camp at Nationals, followed by mini-camp after Summer Nats

[Drunk Monk]

Gotta get home, ice & wrap my ankle, and work. There's always work...

[Drunk Monk]

2 telemeets. The 3rd was cancelled I think but I can’t remember why. I’m debating if I can make iaido tonight. I hate to miss a workout but it depends on where my ankle is tonight.

[Greg]

Hopefully your ankle is below your knee near your toes.

I finished my chores. I'm baking bread to kill the smell of a spoiled can of cat food. Then I hope to slip into a food coma.

[Drunk Monk]

Hopefully your ankle is below your knee near your toes.

I had this reply that was something like "my ankle will be up your ass" but I've decided against it.

I'm baking bread to kill the smell of a spoiled can of cat food. Then I hope to slip into a food coma.

Good call. Nevertheless the faint aroma of spoil will be underneath that lovely scent of yeast farts.

[Greg]

I'd like to report that spoiled cat food scent has been defeated by the brown bread. The lovely mixture of kerrygold and brown bread in my belly is exhorting my sugar levels to unprecedented heights.