Yesterday was an alright transition back towards work. Our company summer outing was at Kimball Farm in Westford. It's a not bad place, though a bit golf-centric for my taste. Played my recommended yearly allotment of minigolf (18 holes). Drove enough golf balls to get not terrible at it, and leave my left lumbar a little sore today. Bumper boats were fun for a bit, but not so much after my engine choked and a gang of coworkers shoved me into a waterfall. Bluejeans not looking so wise in retrospect (need to keep emergency pants, seriously). During a lull [ profile] keshwyn introduced me to geocaching, which is pretty keen. (Her company was also having an outing there; because it's not possible for me to go anywhere within 495 and not run into someone I know.) That may provide sufficient tipping energy for me to pick up a GPS, especially since it'd make an entertaining break on long road trips.
Twelve hours of sleep and a depacked car go a long way toward Pennsic recuperation. I'm also pretty happy that "work" tomorrow means going to the company's summer outing. Very tidy scheduling for me.

Did normal war stuff. Fought well with my brothers in arms (the Pike Company killed the opposing king in the first field battle and were the first to reach the enemy shore in the last stand battle); spit-roasted a couple of eggs; got challenged to a duel by the Midrealm rapier champion; played in a pair of commedia del arte shows; discovered that scotch and cigars really are a potent combination; came home nearly every night between two and three wondering why the war was shutting down so early this year (well, it was unseasonably cold).

I know only second-hand information about the firing-the-chirurgeons fiasco, though quite a bit of it. It's certainly ugly, and I think dire things are inevitable for a couple of people at this stage. I got lucky through laziness and didn't do any preparation to actually work as a chirurgeon this year, or I would be much more put out than I am.

There were a couple of things that, despite my unit's freshman success, left me with a sour taste relating to heavy list fighting. Undecided what to do about them, might be a good time to take a step back for reexamination.

Weight seems to have stayed exactly the same as before I left, unusually. I didn't eat lunch often, but I did eat quite well in the evenings, which perhaps balances out. I may also have reached an equilibrium point, since I'm 30 lbs lighter than a year ago.

I'm not sure where my Leatherman went. It should have been in camp somewhere, but I didn't find it when packing or unpacking. I guess I can get another, but they don't make the Flair anymore, and for all its fopishness I'm actually pretty fond of it. Ah well.



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