Evie Day 308
Hi, My name is Bob. I try to write a little bit down every day during the work week. Today is Thursday, 18 January 2024.
Odine is currently at my wife’s feed begging for part of her breakfast. In the mornings, he can be 28 pounds of hungry, whiney, little baby boy. His vocal comments are just that close to being human… and it’s kind of funny.
The other three dogs hover around the dining room table as well, until they realize that Lisa isn’t giving up any food, and my lap is semi-available, and if they can’t get food, they can at least get some petting action.
Yesterday was a good day. The class I’m delivering this week with my training partner is lecture-heavy, so my mouth got a little tired of forming words yesterday afternoon. We got through it, but I’m grateful for the break from talking.
I got together with the guys last night for some gaming… keep in mind, what I call “gaming” is a bunch of folks sitting around a table, virtual or otherwise, playing a game with funny-shaped dice. The gambling industry has co-opted the term “gaming” to make their industry more palatable to the masses, but there is no term such as “gaming addiction” – that is reserved for folks that Tony Soprano would call “degenerate gamblers”.
So, anyway…. last night was enjoyable. We made one little corner of the world safer for humans by slaying the horde, and then we were successfully healed of a curse, which we had contracted in one of the last sessions. None of the other players had characters brought down to zero hit points, so all in all, it was a pretty good night.
OK, the coffee pot is looking at me from the kitchen, and there’s an inaudible siren’s song begging me to brew a pot, and I’m thinking a little peanut butter on toast might pair well with that… although there is a bit of cinnamon bread my wife baked recently.
I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.
Peace y’all.
