Little improvements

Hot Arms was in class today during the smallish snow storm. Only 3 of us were there. She brought her 7 year old son who was off from school. She was very jazzed because next week she has a medical conference in Florida. I don't know how much learning she will get done but she really needs some sunshine, some R&R and some margaritas.

On the hotarmacizing front, I was able to do a lot of push-ups including 18 in a row. A personal best. I was pleased. Need to get up to 60 in 2 minutes for the black belt test but that is at least 2 years away. I'll get there.

So, it's all just a bit better in many ways on the Hot Arms front.

Hot Arms scares me

Hot Arms is happy for today. Her husband has a business trip to Boston and is expected to return tomorrow. Well, she says excitedly, he will be stranded and possibly not home until the weekend because of the storm.

She needs a divorce. She fantasizes assaulting him. She fantasizes assaulting him with a stick. I have to break down for her the difference between a simple assault (no weapons) and an aggravated assault (a stick is a weapon) and the nuances between serious bodily injury or some or none. She is scaring me. I don't want to be an accessory to a crime.

She mightily pounds the bags in the dojo. If an activity involves hitting a bag with a stick, she is fearsome. I easily imagine her breaking her husband's knees or ribs. And laughing as she stands over him while refusing him medical treatment. And she knows what bones to break. She's a doctor. A scary, angry doctor. The woman needs a divorce.