I'm about half way done with the embroidery on the Veste. I doubt I will have time or desire to embroider the front guards. I know, bad Laurel, shame on me.
Life is still chaos. I may be moving to day shift as a result of the whirlwind of life crap my family has gone through. Maybe, if the boss' boss' boss approves my request. Have I mentioned my frustration at government beaurocracy and it's love-affair with paperwork?
Fencing is still fun. I got to fight, actually fight instead of practicing parties and lunges and footwork. I got my butt kicked, but giggled the whole time. And I killed my Don! Once, but I it!! And from the surprise on his face, he didn't let me do it.