Wait, did I not post today?
Sorry. It had been days since the squirrel showed up. I couldn’t resist. And you can’t tell me Scarlett isn’t eyeing that squirrel. The minx.
Unless someone else is hideously impaled by a crossing guard between now and 9pm or so, tonight is D&D night. Unbelievably, I am still a week behind in posting. Fortunately nothing too outrageous happened last time, so there won’t be much catching up to do. And I won’t be doing it tonight. Em stays up later than she used to so I don’t have time to dig through my notes before the game.
Earlier today I was making cookies. When they were ready, I put my hand in my oven mitt and felt a sharp pain! What happened? Was I burned? It didn’t feel like a burn, it felt more like a sting. And sure enough, I removed my hand and a wasp flew out of the mitt. It wasn’t a bad sting, and the wasp eventually paid for its crimes.
So yes. I had the real life equivalent of a random encounter. Out of the blue, I was attacked by an animal while performing a perfectly ordinary and mundane task. This is the world’s way of telling me that it is time to get back in the D&D saddle. Game on!