My Sword Is Named Patience

There is a depth of double entendre in this revelation I am sharing here.

Photo by MJ Blehart. The author holding Patience (with bonus Thalia cat).

I was sitting at my desk, trying to find meaning. I was feeling lost and disoriented.

So I picked up a sword. I started fencing over 28 years ago. Though I use a rapier or its equivalent 98% of the time, I started by choosing my live-steel katana.