I'd hoped to get more done last night, but my darling husband Sean, came home from his first Jujitsu lesson with his head cracked open and stopped me dead in my tracks! We tried to go to the emergency clinic, but they were closed, and he refused to go to the emergency room at the hospital because he said he was "fine" and "it's not that bad"... mmmhmm.... Instead we went to Walgreens and stocked up on staph type antiseptic and those tape strip thingies that hold wounds together. He's got a pretty big goose egg up there, and a pretty yucky cut, but he said he's seen worse when he played ice hockey. I guess I'll have to take his word. He seemed ok this morning, now I just get to worry about the helmet he has to wear all day at work rubbing and possibly infecting his head wound. Joy!
I think I can safely say that Sean's UFC career is ovah!