My inbox this morning contains everything from show and rehearsal schedules to an "impeach Bush" campaign to haiku about snowflakes on a Japanese mountaintop with photographs of what look like snowflakes under a microscope. I'm beginning to understand why i feel so frazzled and pulled apart as i get a call saying that my friends are buying my house while reading another friend's rant on her webpage about the girl at Duke University given the wrong heart (oddly enough the only news story i've watched on tv all week). I think i'm about to reach sensory overload. How can one person sit down and respond appropriately to so much information so early in the morning. And i haven't even looked at work yet.~w

We have paused at the crest of the hill for a routine maintenance check. No worries, the ride will continue momentarily and promises to be full of heartstopping drops and upside down twists. We just want to make sure that all the bolts and screws are correctly positioned so nothing is lost during the trip. So as i sit looking out over the rest of the terrain, why do i feel more nervous now than when i stood in line and waited my turn to get on board?~w

Gears are in motion. The wheels are turning. The roller coaster is climbing the hill.~w

Yes, it's true, i learned stage combat with sword 101 this past weekend. I must say i found it exhilarating. Now i'd probably never actually pick up a sword and try to hurt someone with it, but the dance of the attack and defense is beautiful to me. However, if i want to fight with a sword at the faire, i'll need to get one. The other problem i've run into, is that i'll be needing some garb...and it's certainly out of the league of my sewing abilities to put together a middle class elizabethan outfit like these. So, there is a lot of stuff to put together.

Speaking of stuff to put together...today's a big day for me. Many pieces of the grand puzzle i've been working on all come together today. By tomorrow i should have a better idea if this crazy scheme i've been putting together will actually work out. Wish me luck!~w

I was stuck without computer in an ice storm. It wasn't so bad considering there was live music entertainment in the house all night long, but it makes blogging hard. I stopped at home to feed the cat on my late way to work...i'll just have to write more later about sword fighting and all that good stuff.~w