exhausted
terri_osborne's coworkers had surgery. She has no family in the area, so Terri volunteered to pick her up from the hospital and take her home, and I went along, too, as I know the neighborhood she lives in, and there was no guarantee she'd be in any condition to direct the cabbie home (she lives in Inwood, which is off the usual yellow cab's beaten path).She was supposed to get out of recover at 1.30, so of course, she got out at 4.15. *laughs* Luckily, I had a book to read and my Treo (though I finished the book and the battery on my Treo was almost dead ere long). But it was worth it, as Terri's coworker really needed someone to get her home.
As I said to Terri, what's the good of being freelance if you can't do stuff like this? Hell, what's the good of being human if you can't do stuff like this?
After a 30-minute nap, I went to karate and fighting class. The latter felt better, though I still need to train myself to get my arms up when there's a kick toward my head. I keep ducking, which is entirely the wrong thing to do. *sigh* And in regular class, I still need to work on the part of Pinan kata #5 where you jump in the air and land in a hook stance. There's an adult tournament the last week in June that I intend to participate in, and I'll likely be competing against two advanced brown belts (Dorian and Liza) who are really good. (There's only one other brown belt in the dojo right now, and his attendance is sufficiently sporadic that I doubt he'll enter the tournament.)
Also found out in class that the son of one of the black belts is going to be (along with his writing partner) the show-runner on Life on Mars, which was their consolation prize for October Road being cancelled. *laughs*
