So it’s been all doom and gloom and health problems lately. I do not like health problems. I decided I would rather not have them. Funny how you don’t appreciate how good you have it until something comes over and wallops you upside the head. But it’s Friday. I am going to try working. We’ll see how it goes.
Here is a work from home funny for you courtesy of Buzzfeed.
And here is a tiny snippet from Magic Shifts.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Julie swipe an oiled rag along the edge of her tactical tomahawk. Thirteen inches long, Kestrel tomahawk weighed eighteen ounces. Its wide bearded blade tapered down to a wicked spike that curved downward, sharpened to a narrow point. It was meant as a tool that occasionally could be thrown at rotten logs for fun. Julie decided to make it her weapon of choice. None of my explanations about versatility and lightness of swords made any dent in her.
“I have a gladius in the back,” I told her. It was her favorite among my blades.
“I’m fine with my Kestrel, thank you.”
Curran raised his thick eyebrows. “She told you.”
I sighed. “Why do you drag that thing everywhere?”
Julie hefted the tomahawk. “Because I can make a hole in anything.”