between the rock and the cold, cold sea

Yesterday was a really good climbing night. In addition to sending two 5+s and three 5s, I sent two 6A+s, one with a really great dyno (okay, so after the dyno I had to stop and hang on the rope and figure out where I was going next, but still, flying) and one 6A, all of which I've done before.

But! I also got within smelling distance of the top of a new 6A+, a green one. Alas, by the time I got within two moves of the top my right arm was about prepared to fall off - I did it immediately after the route with the dyno, and my right arm was not particularly pleased to have my entire bodyweight depending from it at the top of that route - and I could not quite send it, and okay, there was many stops and much flailing on the way up. But I'll get that sucker next time, you see if I don't.

I'm looking forward to climbing next week. There's a yellow 6B that I want to try, and a horrible reachy blue one. And I want to see if I can fake-lead (top-rope belayed, but bringing the lead rope up and clipping in) a couple of the 6As.

Well, first, I suppose, I have to get these assigments done. Paul essay, the Kavalier and Clay assingment, the other Diasporas report, and a start made on my Diasporas essay, the question for which I should really look up.

I have conceived a new ambition. One day I will have a yacht - perhaps even be so fortunate as to be able to earn a living therefrom - and thus be able to sail away to other lands any time I feel like it.

Because, really. Being stuck to one place is no fun.