Goodness gracious, this day.

I’m calling it here. It wasn’t a bad day, but there were far too many things to do, including one go-get-the-kid because his stomach was bugging him*. My schedule was and is shot to blazes, and I’ve stopped trying to catch up.

Moe Lane

*Ever since a certain incident in elementary school, my eldest and I operate under an understanding. When he tells me that his stomach is bothering him, I believe him; and he doesn’t ever get to use that as an excuse to get out of something. This understanding has served us well.

Oh, my, the day got away from me.

Happens a lot to me on the first on the month.  Couple that with a new event in my MMO, and the pool visit that the children politely but firmly requested this morning and you end up with me busy for most of the day.  Also: it was a slow day.  I mean, geez, it’s August.  Everybody’s just taking it slow.

A bit of a madhouse, today.

Kids back to school, house looks like it got hit with an internal tornado, and I couldn’t think of a blessed thing to say all day.  I’d say that I need a vacation, except that I know that I’m getting a mini-one tomorrow.  First time in a week and a half, too.

On the bright side: seed-cake either tomorrow or Wednesday. This time with poppy seeds instead of caraway.  My wife and I are pretty sure that this will cause less confusion to our palates.

I crashed. Sorry.

I had deadlines, a new David Weber novel, Fallout 4 content, and a distinct lack of sleep last night because of lingering reaction to the playtest. It’s funny: I probably slept worse because the playtest turned out well than I would have if it had turned out poorly. At any rate, it was stressful, I slept very little, and the day got away from me.

Shorter Moe Lane: No, I did not fall down a well.