View From the Bushes

I returned from the family reunion bruised, broken-down, bellicose and beleaguered. 1500 miles on the old van since Saturday, and then there was the game of 'capture the flag' I was roped into Monday night. In the half hour it took for my breathing to return to the point where I was reasonably sure I wouldn't puke, I realized that I was old and out of shape. Of course, I already knew that, but now I knew it in the way you know that gambling is a bad idea after you lose 25,000 dollars.

I'm still trying to get back into the swing of things. I returned home to 2000 unread e-mail messages and they finally re-organized my department today, putting me in a separate group and opening up a managerial position which I'm probably going apply for, but things are still on track with DireKobold. My plan is to have another NPC on Monday and then the new adventure the Saturday after that.

That being said, I think it's time to go to bed so that I can start recovering from the reunion. I will leave you with a link to a BBC article on a 740,000 year-old ice core.

Carpe Diem Quam Minimum Credula Postero
Ross