(I don't know the words to the bit of song that's stuck in my head right now)

Went to crusades. Fought some, did pretty well (I really am doing better with this melee thing, even since Pennsic-- Killed Pasqual and several people I don't remember names for very neatly in the line; Malcom came up to me afterwards and said something about how he kept ending up across from me and thinking "not her again" because I defended so well) but only got to three pick-ups (and one of them Ihsan, not that we ever see each other around normally, but we *could* in theory) because I was busy tracking down marshall classes. Now I just need 4 events of MITing and to make sure Duncan (local knight marshall) knows who I am. Although I'm still wondering if this is actually something I really want to bother with (especially the 4 events of not fighting so I can MIT) or just something I'm doing because it's in that blanket mental category of "the sort of thing I'd do"... probably just a hold-out of being raised to be my parents' sort of responsible person. Which in some ways I'm not; I'm not sure yet if this is one of them. And there's still the vague back-of-my-head worry that if I start having a good excuse for not fencing, I'll stop doing it, since I've done that before.

And I've been doing enough driving alone recently that I'm actually getting somewhere in the audiobook (Queen's Play) although somewhat hindered by the fact that my brain keeps wandering off and missing important bits-- I didn't catch when Lymond got poisoned, or where Cormack O'Connor came into it before he suddenly turns up as somebody's lover, and I even missed the beginning of the accident that nearly killed everybody, so I have no mental image of what on earth they were doing when the horses started tripping over the rope (poor things.) But I found the random killing of monkey-- the poor creature was not in fact in the holy land with Philippa as I thought I remembered; it just got smashed up by a box the obnoxious Countess of Lennox threw at Lymond, in england. Oh, and the producers of this audio book were apparently convinced that the name "Lymond" ought to be pronounced "limmond." Which is just freakish and strange.

sigh

Why is it that I can get home & go to bed at slightly after 1 am, get up around 7:30 or 8 and feel perfectly well rested, but if I go to bed at 10-ish and get up at quarter 'till 6, before the sun is up, my body starts complaining that this is way too much to ask for?

Anyway, went to rock climbing with hoardes of new people, some of whom got on with it better than others, but fun was had by almost all, and I did pretty well for myself, despite being the usual tired. And I fell off the wall a couple times (a thing people occasionally yell at me for not doing, as they claim it means I'm not challenging myself) and my attitude seems to have changed a little bit towards how I'm viewing progress; this may be because I've suddenly determined what my goal is in doing this. [except it's a kind of dumb & petty goal, so I don't think I'm going to tell you what it is]