Yep.

So it's kinda late.

So I've been home for maybe ten minutes (and that's probably stretching it) and I'd left at 6.

Went to Greg and Michael's to do laundry. Bob went with. Left there a bit after 7 to go to practice.

Didn't really fight at practice. At all. Although there was the amusing moment with Mikey for trying up-downs with flails.

And I fixed the handle on my polearm... now I just need blades.

Well, one of them, anyway.

I bought a Nerf football for a stabbing tip, even.

I heralded some. That was kinda fun.

Capture the Flag and Pig battles.

Went back to do more laundry. Ended up with three loads. I don't think I've ever had more than two before.

To be fair, I hadn't done laundry in a while and I did two sets of sheets while I was at it... but still.

The one still was covered in glitter from Halloween.

I'm discovering that I like cleanliness more than I'd thought. Mess is one thing, but actual grime or grit or stuff like that is fit to drive me batty.

.....

I need to finish unpacking my laundry, packing my bag, and cleaning my room.

What's now this evening (sixteen, seventeen hours, something like that) I'm leaving for WV with Lizabet to visit John-Boy and Fenton.

It still doesn't feel real.

Maybe when I hit Louisville it will...