
Drafting a copy of the single pair of karate pants I own, so I can sew myself a second pair.

Drafting a copy of the single pair of karate pants I own, so I can sew myself a second pair.
Dammit, it’s trying to snow.

Having some dinner between Connor’s karate class and my Krav class.
Voting via absentee ballot feels like taking an open-book test: I no longer have to guess which bubble to fill in if I didn’t study beforehand.
Connor is spending the morning at his BFF’s house, and Aaron is asleep, so I effectively have the place to myself. So many choices!