This morning I woke up on time, followed by an uneventful shower and shave. I left the house at the same time that I normally do, however, for reasons unknown I arrived at work five minutes late. I was going significantly higher than the speed limit in some cases, so this does not add up at all.
The only excuse I can think of is that I have been under the effects of a Slow spell for most of the day. Work this morning has gone by pretty quickly, but it is only ten minutes after ten or so. This also bears out my theory.
Tonight is Karate night and it marks the triumphant return of my father to the dojo. It will be good to have him back, I just hope he doesn’t kill himself trying to get back into shape. Also, I somewhat fear for the well being of our purple belts as I believe that my Dad’s inherent toughness could cause at least one of the adult purple belts to perish. Not that this is necessarily a bad thing.
My Dad really loves Karate, however he does only have one speed. I think the proper unit of measurement is pounds per square inch when you’re sparring him, much like Erbe-san. So members of the club with fragile bones may need to watch themselves once he gets past his initial recovery from coming back.
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