I have the tournament tomorrow, so this evening I was panicking, collecting stuff together, buying ice cream and pie, and worrying about pens and paper and such.
Somehow I also got an hour’s imb in tonight (did very well, I’m happy to say) and thus got some exercise this week. Otherwise the ice cream and pie would make me even biggerer.
Now, exhausted, I have La Serpiente cuddled up to me in bed, with seven hours till reveille. Onwards, ever onwards.