I got a bit smashed up at training on Wednesday. Rare, and entirely superficial skin damage, but it happens. It'll recover nicely, but for now, all my fingers are taped up and my glove (at least) has blood on it. It's more frustrating than anything - that I made a mistake once, fine, but that I did it again and got hit in the same place again, stupid. This week's lessons were determination and ... something undefinable to do with being required to gain multiple single hits from a trailing position. It's mentally easy to take one or two and then relax, but starting from four hits down, that won't ever do. More thinking required.
Today kind of petered out into contemplativeness. I'm back in the borrowed flat which has grown a little familiar around me. Left to my own devices, I tend to hole up, keep everything within reach and just look after myself. The cat keeps me company sometimes, and my glass is on the kitchen table where I left it. Tonight I just have to pack; I'm tempted to throw everything in higgledy-piggledy and sort it out when I land, but the forward-looking part of me says I should wake up early and do the washing so I land with everything clean.
Mostly, this week, I've actually managed real work instead of meetings. If I'm lucky, I'll continue the trend; but my time is somewhat at the mercy of a beneficent management. For the record, my future movements are likely to be:
28th Feb: TechAdventure, then Pandora's Box if I survive it.
6th, 7th Mar: Brighton, London, DJing.
14th, 15th Mar: Possibly Newcastle, Maker Faire.
Second half of Mar: Something in the USA.
31st Mar-14th Apr: Belfast, World Championships. Must remember national anthems.
I have some dates booked after that, but it's all a bit fuzzy.