En Garde!

It's going to be an unbelievably gorgeous day today and I'm "under the weather" as it were. This bites. Why couldn't this have happened on Monday? This really bites.

Anyhoo, I started rehearsals on the fight scene that Missy Iverson and I are doing this year at fest. David Schneider is gracious enough to choreograph for us and he's also a damn fine drill sergeant, by that I mean that he took us through the basics which I've only had a few classes on so I really got a lot out of last night's activities.

We were over near the St. Paul campus since there's not a lot of traffic or people to point and gawk, and it's a nice mid-point location for us all. At one point, an oriole and a gold finch were duking it out in the air and their flight plan ran right past my head. I mean right past my head to the degree that one of them brushed my hair. From David's angle, it looked like the birds came flying out of my head. I don't know which was more entertaining; having my hair brushed by a bird or watching David's reaction. Don't fuck with me, I'll shoot a bird at you.

I'm going to stay in and be a good girl tonight in the hopes that I'll feel well enough to kayak tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me, won't you?