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beansideThankfully, I slept a wee bit better last night, so I don't feel like death today. I'm still tired, because my bladder was a bit overactive, but not terrible. I'll at least be a little more focused at work today. I felt like I was flailing a little bit towards the end of the day.
Also, tonight I shall make dinner. I ordered last night, because I dared to sit down after work and that was it. I was going to be prying my ass off the sofa for dinner, but I wasn't going to cook it. Tonight, I need to actually do some cooking. I'm thinking about making some pie crust this morning, and then having it to make my pot pies for dinner.
I was a serious lump yesterday. Understandably so, what with 3 hours of sleep, but still.
Today is supposed to be close to 100 degrees, so I am definitely not going to go to the farmer's market today. Just walking Yoda has been bad enough, and most of the time when we come in, I have a heat headache. Some of the crazy pills make me more susceptible to heat, so I'm not going to push it. I'm just going to stay in my little air conditioned home and do my thing.
Tomorrow, we have a game, so that'll be fun. It's our Blades in the Dark campaign. I'm slowly building to a nemesis by the name of Mr Fix. A shadowy new power who is going to mess with the players. I'm looking forward to it.
The rest of the week is fairly game heavy. We've got Frostmaiden on Friday and Arvandor on Saturday, and then Jess has their Strixhaven game on Saturday night. Possibly Sunday we'll do something.
I suppose it was inevitable, but the Ghost concert has me thinking about religion and. I don't really know what my beliefs are any more. Nominally pagan, I suppose? I've lost the certainty I once had. I still greet Crows as avatars of the Morrigan, but I'm not sure if that's just habit or not. Jess was telling me about a great interview with the lead singer, Tobias Forge, where he was saying that he can talk about death and what lies beyond forever, but in truth, we just don't know. And maybe we should live in a way that if there's nothing beyond, we're happy with what we did. And that resonated with me. He's also talked about being kind, and helping others. So maybe that's my religion now? Or like in the first arcs of Rusty Quill Gaming, they had a cleric who had broken with Posideon, and now was a cleric of Hope. He got his powers from the hope and goodness of others. But that didn't come with a side of nice. Good yes, nice, not always. So maybe that's me? I don't really know. But maybe. While I'm deciding, I'm just going to be me and help people and love and hope that when I'm long gone, people will remember me as someone who did good. Maybe I won't decide, I don't know. I miss the pageantry of religion, but I don't know that I need a creed or commandments to tell me what to do. I don't know. Something I've been thinking about.
I think it comes down to what a very wise DM, Brennan Lee Mulligan, once pulled out of his ass. "You are the instrument by which the universe cares."
And on that note, I'm going to get myself ready for work. Everyone have a stupendous Tuesday!
Also, tonight I shall make dinner. I ordered last night, because I dared to sit down after work and that was it. I was going to be prying my ass off the sofa for dinner, but I wasn't going to cook it. Tonight, I need to actually do some cooking. I'm thinking about making some pie crust this morning, and then having it to make my pot pies for dinner.
I was a serious lump yesterday. Understandably so, what with 3 hours of sleep, but still.
Today is supposed to be close to 100 degrees, so I am definitely not going to go to the farmer's market today. Just walking Yoda has been bad enough, and most of the time when we come in, I have a heat headache. Some of the crazy pills make me more susceptible to heat, so I'm not going to push it. I'm just going to stay in my little air conditioned home and do my thing.
Tomorrow, we have a game, so that'll be fun. It's our Blades in the Dark campaign. I'm slowly building to a nemesis by the name of Mr Fix. A shadowy new power who is going to mess with the players. I'm looking forward to it.
The rest of the week is fairly game heavy. We've got Frostmaiden on Friday and Arvandor on Saturday, and then Jess has their Strixhaven game on Saturday night. Possibly Sunday we'll do something.
I suppose it was inevitable, but the Ghost concert has me thinking about religion and. I don't really know what my beliefs are any more. Nominally pagan, I suppose? I've lost the certainty I once had. I still greet Crows as avatars of the Morrigan, but I'm not sure if that's just habit or not. Jess was telling me about a great interview with the lead singer, Tobias Forge, where he was saying that he can talk about death and what lies beyond forever, but in truth, we just don't know. And maybe we should live in a way that if there's nothing beyond, we're happy with what we did. And that resonated with me. He's also talked about being kind, and helping others. So maybe that's my religion now? Or like in the first arcs of Rusty Quill Gaming, they had a cleric who had broken with Posideon, and now was a cleric of Hope. He got his powers from the hope and goodness of others. But that didn't come with a side of nice. Good yes, nice, not always. So maybe that's me? I don't really know. But maybe. While I'm deciding, I'm just going to be me and help people and love and hope that when I'm long gone, people will remember me as someone who did good. Maybe I won't decide, I don't know. I miss the pageantry of religion, but I don't know that I need a creed or commandments to tell me what to do. I don't know. Something I've been thinking about.
I think it comes down to what a very wise DM, Brennan Lee Mulligan, once pulled out of his ass. "You are the instrument by which the universe cares."
And on that note, I'm going to get myself ready for work. Everyone have a stupendous Tuesday!
