Sicko

Saturday Hanshi asked me to give our basic orientation to a new white belt in the kid’s class. I think he’s about 8 years old. Twenty minutes into the orientation, the kid retched in the bathroom and I cleaned it up. (Interrupting class to ask your senior to clean up puke-ola is not exactly acceptable, so I just dealt with it).

Now I’m the one retching, since last night, which means no writing days for my “weekend” Mondays and Tuesdays off and no blog posts. I’m getting into bed before the next explosion.