11-25-2022, 08:26 PM
Slept late, did an epee lesson with H (her physical therapy has paid off) coffee at Andytown, abortive stroll on the Tunnel Tops at Crissy Field (abandoned due to presence of crowds) back to H’s nest to pack up her freezer; her fridge died last night after the dinner finished — a noble end.
After filling the freezer in my cave, head to my local for a gnosh and a beer, a stroll in my hood, then back to H’s nest for leftovers from the still chill-but-dead fridge. I have 2 more days of doing nothing, which I am not used to and it makes me pensive.
After filling the freezer in my cave, head to my local for a gnosh and a beer, a stroll in my hood, then back to H’s nest for leftovers from the still chill-but-dead fridge. I have 2 more days of doing nothing, which I am not used to and it makes me pensive.
In the Tudor Period, Fencing Masters were classified in the Vagrancy Laws along with Actors, Gypsys, Vagabonds, Sturdy Rogues, and the owners of performing bears.