my father

[Drunk Monk]

My temper sorted it self out in a couple weeks with no casualties, but then I wasn't trying to run a major martial arts competition and get a magazine published.

I'm guessing there wasn't a saber handy in the gun rack of your car either.

I felt like crap going into Kung Fu practice, and told my monk teacher so, so he dialed it back a little. The only thing that was a little dicey was some spear practice with live spearpoints. But I felt great after. I think if I could just get to practice more, I could heal faster.

The walk-a-thon went well. My responsibilities were minor and it was chilly, but T was one of the first to finish, which of course, made me proud. We had a pleasant day and enjoyed My Neighbor Totoro for movie night. It's one of T's favs, which I got for her as an Easter gift and despite my adoration of Studio Ghibli, had never seen before. After hearing so much about it, it wasn't what I expected at all - the story had such a human focus really. It was very enjoyable and there's a Totoro sushi bar on Mission in the Cruz that I'm now dying to check out.

Today has been very mellow. S is working and T is catching up on homework, prepping for finals. I'm catching up on chores and being very lazy. T & I will probably watch my other Easter gift to her, Fantasia (she had asked what my fav Disney flick was, and I answered with this one and was then surprised to learn that she has yet to see it - not available on Hulu+, netflix or iTunes, but I found a used copy - hope it plays well).