Really kids, I've gotten essentially nothing done during the past two days.
Yes, there was some teaching, and some learning, a little sewing, a fair amount of work. But nothing that feels concrete. And certainly not as much as I ought. You know when you have that dream where someone terrifying is chasing you down
(like Arnold Schwarzenegger)
and your legs feel numb, like limbs made of jell-o? Flail those jiggly legs with all your might but you can't seem to make contact with the ground, and suddenly gravity is pulling the rest of you down and try though you might you just aren't going to get anywhere until you wake up and realize you're kicking the air.
Well this week the air-kick is my specialty move.
"Face to fist style, how'd you like it?"
On a much better, less jell-o-ish note, my cousins rock.
They also rock at doing handstands. If it's been a while since you've enjoyed a good handstand go find the love of your life, marry her, and by golly get a little help with being steady. Everything in life is better when you know you've got someone standing behind you, there to catch your feet.
Make it good son.
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