Spent today at work (aside from answering phones, filing, photocopying, sorting mail, and shifting bags of ashes from one box into another) trying not to fall asleep. And sneaking games of Spider Solitare on the computers so as not to fall asleep. And reading a translation of "The Art of War" which was trying to put me to sleep, the translation jiving poorly with modern English, until I started in on the commentary essays that explained just what the thing was going on about. And then I just kept thinking about the Entire. Damn. Vorkosigan. Family. Because it all fits and I begin to wonder at what point Bujold read and understood Sun Tzu, because there's no way she hasn't.
But now I am at home and still trying not to fall asleep and knowing I either have to chicken out of this scene or not get any writing done tonight because this is going to take /research/. Which I should have been doing before, but it just kind of organically developed last night and I have trouble going to the gym let alone knowing how weapons move and fights are done. Not a physical person.
But now I am at home and still trying not to fall asleep and knowing I either have to chicken out of this scene or not get any writing done tonight because this is going to take /research/. Which I should have been doing before, but it just kind of organically developed last night and I have trouble going to the gym let alone knowing how weapons move and fights are done. Not a physical person.