Well, figter's practice went well yesterday, and I walked away with a
few well earned bruises. It's a wonder how a well handled great sword
can find all of the unarmored places on one's body. I'm sore and happy,
and I don't feel like I'm completely off my game.

Anyway, this week, I need to start calling people about Mark's bachelor
party in May. I'm not sure how far in advance we need to plan things,
such as reserving tee-time, but I'm going to assume that now is
definitely the time.

Time to get back to work.

^chewie