The weekend was busy, but good. I'm busy here in work, too, so I'm not going to try to remember all of it; just highlights and remarks.
Friday's game involved the loss of teleportation as a useful means of travel in the sphere of Davon-Diros. That is, you can still use it, but there's a fair chance it'll go wrong. This is having interesting ramifications.
I keep thinking that "Luas" - Dublin's in-construction light rail lines - stands for "Light Urban Assault Shuttle".
The clock in the Council Building tower in Dun Laoghaire this morning said it was five ti three when it was really nine o'clock; it was very disconcerting.
My father was up again last night, helping me move vast quantities of books and more furniture from Mount Argus to Ranelagh. A majority of the books have been moved now, as has all the large furniture. The arrival in the sitting room of a set of bookshelves and a chest has turned it into a real room. We also picked up twelve bales of briquettes; we'll never run out again, ever.
The cat has taken to sleeping for the early part of the night on top of one of the wardrobes. Around four in the morning, she hops down onto the bed. This is not a huge height, but momentum means that by the time she hits the covers of the bed, she has quite an impact. On Saturday night, she landed on my foot, and I sat up, yelled, and was halfway through casting a quickened maximised lightening bolt before I fully woke up. Last night she tried the same trick, but she missed by inches, and only barely woke me up.
inannajones found a Swedish pear cider in Redmonds in Ranelagh, and both
olethros and myself have decided we like it. A lot.
Friday's game involved the loss of teleportation as a useful means of travel in the sphere of Davon-Diros. That is, you can still use it, but there's a fair chance it'll go wrong. This is having interesting ramifications.
I keep thinking that "Luas" - Dublin's in-construction light rail lines - stands for "Light Urban Assault Shuttle".
The clock in the Council Building tower in Dun Laoghaire this morning said it was five ti three when it was really nine o'clock; it was very disconcerting.
My father was up again last night, helping me move vast quantities of books and more furniture from Mount Argus to Ranelagh. A majority of the books have been moved now, as has all the large furniture. The arrival in the sitting room of a set of bookshelves and a chest has turned it into a real room. We also picked up twelve bales of briquettes; we'll never run out again, ever.
The cat has taken to sleeping for the early part of the night on top of one of the wardrobes. Around four in the morning, she hops down onto the bed. This is not a huge height, but momentum means that by the time she hits the covers of the bed, she has quite an impact. On Saturday night, she landed on my foot, and I sat up, yelled, and was halfway through casting a quickened maximised lightening bolt before I fully woke up. Last night she tried the same trick, but she missed by inches, and only barely woke me up.
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