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Bonspiel at the weekend: team of Smug Bastard, self, and newish curlers C and J, whom I taught to curl a shade more than a year ago. (n'aww! so proud of them.) SB e-mailed on Thursday to say he was really, really sick and almost certainly wouldn't be able to curl on Friday, so ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flt spared for us in both our Friday games, in both of which we did pretty well for six ends but not eight, unfortunately. :-P Smug Bastard was recovered enough to come out for the rest of the weekend, in which we won on Saturday, then won Sunday morning, and then went down 6-0 after three ends in the third-event final but fought our way out and were ahead by one coming home - only we didn't manage to pull it off. Still, battling back from a six-nil start is impressive and I'm glad to know I (we) can do it. (I've seen it done but never done it before myself.)
Smug Bastard had been fighting the cold for a little while, he said, and thought he was feeling better, so he'd come along to help out at a thing at the club on Wednesday and only got slammed with the worst symptoms when he got home from that. As I was at that thing on Wednesday, it is not particularly surprising that by Saturday I had the beginnings of a cold, and despite my best DayQuil-etc. efforts, it is now in my head and hurting my ears and filling my sinuses and making my throat sore from the PND. My hope is that it doesn't get as bad for me as it evidently did for SB, on account of I'm flying to bloody Grand Forks on Thursday for the women's Challenge Round and would like to be the Chief Umpire in fact as well as in name. (I'm very glad I've got a deputy coming, though.)
I've also got two big projects to finish for my online class, and they're both due by the end of this week. CRAP. And today we're under the remains of last night's Wintry Mix, though it looks to me like it's also this morning's Wintry Mix - seems to still be coming down - so work is on a two-hour delay. Still, I've got meetings that won't wait much longer than that, unless the folks I'm meeting with can't get in at all. :-}
flt spared for us in both our Friday games, in both of which we did pretty well for six ends but not eight, unfortunately. :-P Smug Bastard was recovered enough to come out for the rest of the weekend, in which we won on Saturday, then won Sunday morning, and then went down 6-0 after three ends in the third-event final but fought our way out and were ahead by one coming home - only we didn't manage to pull it off. Still, battling back from a six-nil start is impressive and I'm glad to know I (we) can do it. (I've seen it done but never done it before myself.)Smug Bastard had been fighting the cold for a little while, he said, and thought he was feeling better, so he'd come along to help out at a thing at the club on Wednesday and only got slammed with the worst symptoms when he got home from that. As I was at that thing on Wednesday, it is not particularly surprising that by Saturday I had the beginnings of a cold, and despite my best DayQuil-etc. efforts, it is now in my head and hurting my ears and filling my sinuses and making my throat sore from the PND. My hope is that it doesn't get as bad for me as it evidently did for SB, on account of I'm flying to bloody Grand Forks on Thursday for the women's Challenge Round and would like to be the Chief Umpire in fact as well as in name. (I'm very glad I've got a deputy coming, though.)
I've also got two big projects to finish for my online class, and they're both due by the end of this week. CRAP. And today we're under the remains of last night's Wintry Mix, though it looks to me like it's also this morning's Wintry Mix - seems to still be coming down - so work is on a two-hour delay. Still, I've got meetings that won't wait much longer than that, unless the folks I'm meeting with can't get in at all. :-}
