It seems I can’t escape getting whacked at ball hockey. Last shift of the game… game well in hand already, I think we were up 5 or 6 goals… off the faceoff I get slashed in my right ankle. (Two weeks ago was the left… which is only now beginning to fade away) This one is strange. There is only a slight surface bruise but it hurts waaaaaaaay more than the left ankle slash which left a big ugly bruise. There are only a couple games left in the season. I think I’ve played well the past two games, even I didn’t get anything to show for it. Generated a few scoring chances, broke up some plays… *shrug* Seems I sweat the same regardless how well I play. *smirk*
Recently found out some friends of ours will probably be separating. Shame. I hope them both the best in which ever path their future may take. Might see one of them this weekend for a beer. We’ll see.
I think I’m going hang dry all of B.’s clothes. The drama caused from accidentally drying clothes isn’t worth it.