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Dad seems to have perked up a little. Still has aches and is tired, but seems less weak and shaky. Last night, he ate a chicken sandwich (and only gave a bit to the dog and cat) and a piece of Key lime pie that I'd bought to tempt him, so I think he's on the mend.
Morning came early, it seemed. I woke up a few times during the night, and checked the clock, to see how close it was to when I had to get up. The earlier times, I was able to roll back over and go to sleep, but when it got closer to 6am, I had more trouble, so I've been up since about 5am, I just refused to get out of bed until 6.
As I sit on the couch and drink some coffee, Sam is wandering around the house howling like the damned. "MrrrOOOW! MrrrooOOOW?" I have no idea what he wants, as he has yet to answer me when I asked. Currently, he's sitting on the floor with his back to me, studiously cleaning himself. I don't think he's going to answer any of my questions, including "Who's a little shit-baby?"
It looks like it's going to be a blah rainy day, with the first spring thunderstorms. Hopefully, they're mild and do not knock out power while I'm trying to work. Otherwise, I'll be using my cellphone and tablet to call out for the rest of the day.
Yesterday was Monster of the Week! Our intrepid hunters (minus one, who had RL commitments) tackled the case of a girl who was approached by a Russian vagrant while camping. He lured her with golden pine cones, and they all turned into a flock of blackbirds and flew away. After questioning the boyfriend and her friends, our hunters went to a tent city that was actually a disguised Goblin Market. Anything your heart could desire could be found. Our heroes got an audience with the Mole King, who was a fey Lord, and found that the culprit was a Russian Leshi whose saplings had been imported to the country by loyal followers, but bound to his part of the forest by the Mole King. He wanted to give her to the Mole King on the solstice to be one of his Eyeless Brides. They found the Leshi and bargained for the girl after some ass kicking to show him they were serious. He gave up the girl after extracting a promise that they would never return to his forest. Since they'd been told that the Leshi wasn't allowed to make bargains. they headed back to the Mole King to report this breach. After being told that the Leshi would be handled, they decided to be merciful to the 18yr old boyfriend who had sold his girlfriend to the Leshi for magic. (Yeah, I was suprised, too)
All in all, they got out of it with minor cuts and scrapes, and our party sorcerer gave up two years off his life for the second audience with the Mole King. "It's not like we have a great life expectancy doing this anyway..."
Now, it shall be back to work for me.
Morning came early, it seemed. I woke up a few times during the night, and checked the clock, to see how close it was to when I had to get up. The earlier times, I was able to roll back over and go to sleep, but when it got closer to 6am, I had more trouble, so I've been up since about 5am, I just refused to get out of bed until 6.
As I sit on the couch and drink some coffee, Sam is wandering around the house howling like the damned. "MrrrOOOW! MrrrooOOOW?" I have no idea what he wants, as he has yet to answer me when I asked. Currently, he's sitting on the floor with his back to me, studiously cleaning himself. I don't think he's going to answer any of my questions, including "Who's a little shit-baby?"
It looks like it's going to be a blah rainy day, with the first spring thunderstorms. Hopefully, they're mild and do not knock out power while I'm trying to work. Otherwise, I'll be using my cellphone and tablet to call out for the rest of the day.
Yesterday was Monster of the Week! Our intrepid hunters (minus one, who had RL commitments) tackled the case of a girl who was approached by a Russian vagrant while camping. He lured her with golden pine cones, and they all turned into a flock of blackbirds and flew away. After questioning the boyfriend and her friends, our hunters went to a tent city that was actually a disguised Goblin Market. Anything your heart could desire could be found. Our heroes got an audience with the Mole King, who was a fey Lord, and found that the culprit was a Russian Leshi whose saplings had been imported to the country by loyal followers, but bound to his part of the forest by the Mole King. He wanted to give her to the Mole King on the solstice to be one of his Eyeless Brides. They found the Leshi and bargained for the girl after some ass kicking to show him they were serious. He gave up the girl after extracting a promise that they would never return to his forest. Since they'd been told that the Leshi wasn't allowed to make bargains. they headed back to the Mole King to report this breach. After being told that the Leshi would be handled, they decided to be merciful to the 18yr old boyfriend who had sold his girlfriend to the Leshi for magic. (Yeah, I was suprised, too)
All in all, they got out of it with minor cuts and scrapes, and our party sorcerer gave up two years off his life for the second audience with the Mole King. "It's not like we have a great life expectancy doing this anyway..."
Now, it shall be back to work for me.
