I had no intention of going to the dojo last night. I was tired, and my wife wanted me to stay home, since she likes being with me. We like being with each other. It's a nice arrangement. Besides, my throat was still hurting from Tuesday's choke fest.
The on tap event at the dojo was a trip to the Midwest Aikido Center in Chicago to take a class, then watch rank testing. This was all happening today. We were going to leave from the dojo today at 3:15 to drive south to Chicago. I guess they were going to get something to eat before class, which explains the early departure time.
I'd said I wanted to go as well, since I'm on summer vacation. Sensei was going to take a final count last night to make sure everyone who wanted to go had a ride. Well, like I mentioned, I wasn't going to go last night. So what happens at 7:05 last night? The phone rings. It's Sensei. He wants to know if I'm coming to class, and if I'm going to the MAC. I explain my position, he says, 'okay,' and we hang up.
Now having just spoken with Sensei, I'm not about to plop myself back down on the sofa and watch TV and be with my wife, no matter how tempting it is. I grab my bag, head to the car, and go to the dojo. Guilt is a great motivator. It was a good class, too.
I am not going to the MAC because upon my arrival home last night, my garage door opener started acting up. I'm waiting for the repair man to get back to me now.
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