I've been a bit crap lately, at everything. Fortunately nobody got hurt, unless they did and are putting on a brave face. But seeing as my telepathy has always been crap, how would I know? Belated birthday salutations to Dave and Fi and Jimbo and Polly and Andy. Nobody got their presents on the day, some didn't even get a telephone call. Such things are impossible to rectify, more's the pity.
I went to Townsville for a week on Magnetic Island with my siblings and their offspring in a preemptive celebration of Andy's fortieth birthday. The itinerary was rather malleable due to jet lag and infant sleep patterns. Nevertheless we had a bunch of idle fun at the beach, playing games and watching the FIFA World Cup (and Cartoon Network).
Delightful Emma-Jean has been visiting during her holidays. She is a sparkly angel who makes me wonder how come I get to be in the same room. However I realize it is not up to me who she chooses to share a room with. Then I get to count my blessings. Maths is fun. Too soon she has to return to Pirate Cove, but first we get to play a great big twelve hour Dungeons & Dragons
session on Saturday. Also, I get to be a player, which is nice.
My D&D games are progressing and the players still make nice sounds when a session wraps up, so it's not broken yet. I even killed a Dangerous Wayfarer, and not just anyone; it was the Captain. Meanwhile the World's Largest Dungeon
party continues on despite the appalling prose. I think it is more the players having fun than the game being fun, which is not a bad thing.
Next Week for Sure has folded, which is a bad thing, due to insufficient other teams to play with. Now I really
do no exercise and I am in no kind of mood to start something new. (Not grumpy; unmotivated.) Time to revisit: gym, isometrics, jogging, yoga... we'll see.
(And while I'm at it I should update my blog.)