as my sensei said at karate class last Thursday... the sky outside is a deep, dark shade of grey. Not black yet, and not that grey that hovers at the edges of grain, but a seriously dark grey nevertheless. It's raining like mad, too; I'm pretty sure my car windows will have leaked by the time I get to the parking lot today, they usually do. It's going to be interesting driving home without hydroplaning. I think I'll skip the Interstate. No offense, but if I'm going to drive in weather that poses a risk of getting hit or having steering problems, I'd rather do it on a road with a speed limit of 40 MPH than a speed limit of 65 MPH.
Tonight I have Box Aerobics class, which is Tae-Bo with the serial numbers filed off and a short blonde white woman rather than a big bald black man as instructor. I plan to go, unless there's actual tornado sign, which I doubt. Down in the southern end of the state, sure, but not up here. Then when I come home I am going to sit myself down and watch
Asoka, dammit - I rented it from the new releases rack yesterday and didn't get to see it because dinner and cleanup ran bloody late, so by damn, I will watch all 150 minutes tonight! (Ha, and you thought the only subtitled movies I watched had Chinese and Japanese guys kicking people in the head.) It looks promising.
I burned the final version of the Sky Master's soundtrack last night, and sent copies out to
cadhla and another friend of mine. It's an enjoyable exercise, when it doesn't drive me nuts trying to track down specific songs. Took forever to nail down Wong's track order, too, but it should be OK. Tonight's other assignment is to finish up the plot summary of
Journey to the South, the VicMage.Asia version of
Journey to the West, and send it where it belongs. Should be fun. I know what it has to say, I just need to get it into the machine...
But now it's 4:30, and time for me to go home. Huzzah.
And yes, I
will get back to the history lessons soon, I promise.