Still happy.

Work is approaching the time when all the idle slugs cry and palm off their share onto people with a sense of duty (or guilt); slightly delayed by the holiday period, and subsequently more severe as the idlers return to the stuff they didn't do before they went away. The sadd part is watching the people with the authority to make it work fail to do so. Again.

On the other hand Emma is in town so I am watching a billionty more movies than usual, most recently Babel which was a classic piece of "not as good as the book". (I assume there is a book.) There were seven players at the Dangerous Wayfarers game on Saturday and they slew a dragon (but only after it had killed two of them). Most of them said they are looking forward to the next game. Peter sent me a message about a spot in his Ars Magica game, and Dave is talking to a few indie game fans from Meetup with an eye to playing some of those. Tomorrow Emma and the Nerdfarmlings return to the World's Longest Corridor. Lots of fun, much more than work. Have some yourself.  ¶ 22:55