06-18-2020, 12:27 AM
I fucking hurt. Monday was first day back to teaching. Only 4 lessons (half my usual load) and I paid for it on Tuesday morning Tuesday evening, I gave 5 lessons and felt pleasantly tired on Wednesday morning, so Go Team Yeti! Maybe I’m not so old and fat. Then came Wednesday.
Worked in the shop for 6 hours, then bopped downstairs. 8 lessons, last 6 of which were no breaks and the bigger kids in a 2 hour block. My ass = Kicked. Sat in a daze afterwards, chatted with Dino and Kamilla. K saved the day by ordering super-healthy food and having it delivered: Cheeseburger burritos.
I just finished a well-earned beer. Waiting for tylenol to kick in. The sword life is not for the old and fat..
Worked in the shop for 6 hours, then bopped downstairs. 8 lessons, last 6 of which were no breaks and the bigger kids in a 2 hour block. My ass = Kicked. Sat in a daze afterwards, chatted with Dino and Kamilla. K saved the day by ordering super-healthy food and having it delivered: Cheeseburger burritos.
I just finished a well-earned beer. Waiting for tylenol to kick in. The sword life is not for the old and fat..
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.