A case of the Mondays

[j_v_lynch]

Gentle Readers,

I am having a crappy stressful day that is completely unrelated to anything important which makes it extra frustrating. It's completely self generated and it's killing my sleep. I think I managed 2 hours last night with maybe a 30 min stretch as the longest chunk. I'm trying to breath deep and let go of things, but it's really frigging hard.

It sucks because the weekend was 99% fantastic and the stress has nothing to do with it. It just makes me feel dumb.

/me takes deep breath
/me let's go
/me's gripping hand is not listening

Anyway, the weekend was fantastic. I left work early (with the knowledge that I would be getting to program as soon as I get back on Monday!) and we headed off to Syracuse to visit with my sword boyfriend and his wife and one of their favourite restaruants. We talked about everything and I also picked up my fencing chainmail so that was wonderful. The random search at the border on the way in was less so. To be honest, I have much sympathy for the border officer. I'm very glad that we had taken out the various food related detritus before leaving so there was nothing gross, just mounds of SCA related crap.

Thanks to the border stop we were about an hour behind schedule and made it to our hosts after midnight. Yllaria, Kettle and Ysabeau were all wonderful hosts with a lovely home.

The event itself was at a plain site, but made wonderful by the people and spirit within. There was lots of love both for the outgoing and the incoming Baron and Baroness. Watching this makes me wonder what riches we still have in store for our term in the seats. Thankfully we had shyska to help support us as we were running around with meeting and marshalling. And she also got to fight. We also had some assistance minding lydia from the older kids, especially A&K.

Feast was excellent and I was very sad that I only had room for a little tiny bit of the pork roast. It was amazing, but I think I balanced that out by eating at least 5 pieces of the bre tart.

It's a secret, but I also fought (and won) a duel. Sword and dagger. Slashed out my opponent's throat. "My cut has improved your voice." is what I should have said.

The drive home was long, but simple but my neice was sick so I didn't get to hee her, however we did have a brief interlude of tea and tranquility at marimarimac which gave us some of the break we needed.