Low tank, but good clarity

The moon... she is a comin' back. yeah.

I would wave a flag in the air, but I'm afraid I just don't particularly have the energy. At least my brain seems clear for the first time in at least 10 days or so. Wow, this season packed a wallup!

Last night I hosted Kingdom Scriptorium. I was tired, but I'm glad the gang came over. It sorta forced me to work on a scroll, which I really NEED to get finished. It is all done, but the outlining. I should hopefully be able to finish that on Sunday.

Let's see... general updates....

Work-front: Not as stressful as last week, but still butting heads over some issues at the county level. Trying to keep them happy, but it ain't easy.

SCA-projects:

- Scrolls: making progress. Keeping a good eye on who in the scriptorium is working on which scroll and what phase it is on. Heck, it is hard enough for me to remember where I leave off on my own projects, much less the rest of them. Kudos to Aliskye for tracking things on an even larger basis!
- Metalwork: Casting complete. Clean-up to go.
- Sewing: for me, on hold. Cloak handwork to finish up for elevation.
- Dance: Teaching another workshop this weekend. Looking forward to B.R.B., and then to taking a LONG break from dance instruction to recharge my batteries. Well... except for the dance demo for B.R.B., the demo for Yule, and teaching for Yule... (Sigh... I guess I WON'T get a break for a while).
- Cooking: Need to come up with W.W. lunch menu when I get a breather.
- Newcomers: Graduation at Yule. D'oh! Need to cast tokens for them. Note to self. One more full session to run, and then I'm done. I enjoy the newcomers, but I'm TIIIIIRED.
- Collegium: I really think I'm gonna try to NOT teach at this next collegium. I would like to TAKE classes for a change.
- A&S: Starting to do assignments to gear up for Kingdom office. If the powers that be still choose to have me by that time, I hope I can do this kingdom justice.

- General SCA observation: I like Caid. I respect Caid. Caid is unique. Caid is NOT the West, nor does it need to be. Nuff said.

House-projects:

- Putting together some noshies for a historic presentation next week. Giles will be giving the lecture to people from the City of Anaheim. I will be cooking fun Victorian noshies from a 1903 cookbook. Should be fun!

- Mrs. McCavity and I need to put together a menu for the Victorian Xmas dinner. Never a dull moment!

- Garden - whenever I get a spare moment.

I think I need a nap.

New term - Evalanche

Ever been in one of those situations where you spend two days very carefully drafting an email that you just KNOW is going to generate controversy? As you get ready to hit send, you just know that your email is about to get swamped with comments about what you just sent. In thinking about this flurry of electronic traffic, I thought of a new term - "E-valanche."

Whaddyathink?

The eternal debate between brain and body

Ever have one of those days when you feel like the different parts of yourself are in conflict?

The following dialogue was inspired by my Friday intensive Yoga...

The Brain: If it is one thing I really enjoy, it is having enough discipline to maintain a constant routine. Working out is one of those routines. I don't stay lean naturally - I have to fight for it. My genetics are much more disposed towards being flabby. As such, it is important to go to the gym.

The spiritual side: Yoga is soooooo peaceful. The rhythm of the body... the calm serenity of the music. The heat is so wonderful. It makes me perspire - flushing out all of those nasty toxins. I feel very zen - like the air through the trees, or the trickling of a brook. There is a special feeling to yoga. I feel such a oneness to the universe.

The Body: Listen HERE fuckhead!!!!!! I have only two words for you, "FUCKING OWWWWWW!" What the FUCK were you thinking? Here it is, for the past couple of weeks, you have run me ragged, and I am tired. At this particular phase of the moon, I act like the body of a woman, as you have so frequently pointed out, fucktard! I bloat. I have NO energy or pep. Everything hurts. So do you give me rest? Nooooooo. Do you let me take a break? Nooooo. Do you, gods forbid, give me so much as a single respite from the oh-so-precious "routine"? NOOOOOOOO. You push me until I am ready to just break. That "special feeling" that the spiritual side talks about - that is me trying to hurl chunks o' breakfast all over your precious yoga mat just so you'll start listening and taking me seriously. What the hell do you think I am? Fucking Gumby? I know you want to be able to stretch in surreal and unnatural poses. I know there are levels that go anywhere from "very good" to "Impressive!" to "Damn! You don't even NEED another man, do ya?" but still... cut me some fucking slack! Right now, I'd slap the Bambi-hugging fuck out of Spiritual Side, but I can't even lift the right arm beyond the keyboard. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Tonight, I'm gonna conjure up an acne breakout just to piss you off!