I was somewhat surprised this morning when I was not sore from rollerblading yesterday. I suppose I might feel it some tomorrow, but I really expected to be hurting today since I was certainly feeling the burn yesterday.

I'm not complaining.

I'm actually in an incredibly good mood today, though I'd be hard pressed to point to a specific reason why. I just feel... good.

I spent the day cleaning weapons. All of my weapons. (I'm really having an amazingly non-girly day.) It started out last night when I realized I've lived in this house for almost three years, and I have never hung any of my swords on the walls. I have a fairly decent collection--this picture does not show them all--some merely decorative, and others sharp and functional. I spent a couple of hours wiping and and polishing, and getting the steel wool out for occasional spots of corrosion.

Moved on to guns next. Cleaned my duty weapon, my backup weapon, my shotgun, and then wiped down the shotgun and rifle that used to belong to my dad.

Then I washed dishes and vacuumed. How's that for contrast?

Had another neato ego boost today. I left a message with the DA's office to have the prosector for the February incident call me to let me know if I was going to need to be in court tomorrow for the sentencing hearing. He called me back a short while later to let me know that the hearing had been postponed until probably after the first of the year. (Which was fine with me since I have a detail tonight from midnight to 6am, then have to work tomorrow night as well, and didn't want to spend the day in court during what should have been my sleep-time.)

But he gave me two very nice compliments. The first was when he said that he really did want me to testify at the hearing because I'd done very well on the stand during the trial and that I'd really "clicked" with the jury. The second was when he asked me why the heck I wasn't a detective with my education and general competence. I gave him the same explanation that I've been giving everyone else. He seemed to understand, though he did tell me he wished I would do more felonies.

So, this is the last day of my quasi-vacation. I didn't really realize until today how much I needed a little time off. I feel good now, though. Relaxed and amazingly unstressed considering the proximity of christmas.

By the way, I completely fucking hate christmas.

More on that later. I'm in too good a mood to go into all that.