Poor tortured Val finally stops running away from us. We divvy up treasure and continue on into the formerly flooded passage.
GM Vaschon: Your party travels down the sloping passage and sees a long corridor to the east. Water appears to be mostly drained with roughly 2′ remaining.
Palin: “I can live with waist-high water.”
Aleanghi: (Beware that quote)
Torkal: “It could be worse. More slime or ooze water, with those mushrooms.”
Palin: You’re right, these quotes are dooming us.
We cautiously make our way into the water.
This week’s update will be broken into two parts. The first involves me catching on fire – of course – but mainly, it’s all about Val. I have never ever seen someone have such a run of bad luck as Val did this week. It was just one thing after another, and most of those things were inflicted by his own party.
With no further ado…
Poor Em. She really wanted to go to school this morning in spite of being exhausted from another night of waking up at 2am and not getting back to sleep. I let her go, but with a note to her teacher. The teacher called at around 9:30 and Em’s back home again. She went right to her bedroom and lay down under the covers still in her school uniform. She wasn’t able to get to sleep, and now she’s on the couch watching TV quietly.
At this point I’m not sure what’s going on. We’ve changed pillows, gotten an air purifier (although the pollen was very low yesterday), and made as many adjustments as we could without disrupting the regular nighttime rituals. Right now I’m looking at diet as a possible culprit. She’s a little lactose intolerant, and she had ice cream late in the day on Saturday and Sunday. She didn’t show any gastric distress at all but it could still be affecting her. But then, the last time we had a run like this it was a Mon-Wed, so maybe that’s not it after all. Her father and his father both have bouts of insomnia, so maybe it just runs in the family.
I don’t know. I just know she’s miserable. Hopefully tonight will be better.
The little visitor was back last night. It feasted on a piece of toast leftover from yesterday’s breakfast.
You may notice that the toast is wet. That’s because the raccoon upended the “sweet potato in water” experiment to moisten its food. Clever! I refilled the sweet potato and the raccoon came back about 15 minutes later to drag the second piece of toast we made out of the trash.
As my husband points out, this is all very cute now, but at some point it will strew all the trash across the lawn and then it won’t be so cute.
Em had trouble sleeping again last night. She maintains that her pillows aren’t comfortable. I’m wondering if the bedframe cutting into the pillows, or if it’s maybe the mattress. She was also sniffling some yesterday evening, but the pollen count was low, so I think maybe she’s got a little bit of a cold.
Today, Em is lying on the couch and watching Disney Channel reruns that my dad recorded for us years ago. Clearly her energy level is not where it should be, although she does seem to be rallying a bit. My energy level isn’t that great either, what with staying up late and then Em being up intermittently from 3am-4am.
Well at least this happened on a weekend. Let’s keep our fingers crossed for tonight.
It’s EOG time for the local schools, the end-of-grade testing that determines so many things. They really stress it. Emphasis on stress. I was talking with the moms of Em’s Girl Scout troop yesterday, and one said that she was so freaked out about it that morning that she was crying. It’s a lot of pressure.
All of which led to this e-mail exchange.
I was roundly chastised by the group last night for letting updates fall behind, so here we go with last week’s monster-filled session! Props to the GM for finding such excellent illustrations to enhance our experience.
Dungeons and…?
Let me preface this by saying that I HAD opened that window and the shutters earlier in the day, so this could not possibly have been there that long.
Nonetheless I admit that I am not the best housekeeper in the world.
This little spider is.
I tip my hat.
We’ve got my husband’s Windows machine set up so that he has his password, I have my password, and Em has her password, and we can all access our respective sides of the computer without Em accidentally causing problems on the adminstrator side. Emily really wants to know my password.
Em: “If I guess, will you tell me?”
Me: “No! It’s my password, it’s supposed to be a secret.”
Em: “What if I guess?”
Me: “You won’t be able to guess it, but okay, go ahead.”
Em: “….is it ‘knitting’?”
Me: “Ooh, good thought! But no.”
Em: “Hm… …is it ‘coffee’?”
Hee! No. We explained how passwords are supposed to be something hard to guess, so she wouldn’t be able to guess it. But I LOVE that she immediately came up with two things so near and dear to my heart. I guess I’m an open book.
Little friend who’s been dining from our trash can for the last few nights. I poked my head out to see what the noise was, and there was absolutely nothing there. Very mysterious. Then the trash can wobbled and the lid lifted and this little critter poked its head out and started wandering back toward the woods.
Today is trash pickup day. Sorry, raccoon, no good eats tonight.
Why must you always drink my water, cat? Why?
