Coming home to find that the cat that lives in my house has not only knocked over a shelf full of game books, campaign notes, and related items, but also knocked over the gargoyle box that holds my two favourite sets of dice and scattered them to the four winds, was just the rancid icing on a rotting cake. No, I've not managed to recover all of either set of dice. Yes, surprisingly, the cat is both alive and unharmed; I'm showing an impressive level of restraint.
I'm sore, I'm still not over this sickness, and it's been a very long day. Dianna's not home yet, there's no food in the house, and I've had half of one can of Coke Zero all day, so I have no energy. I know tomorrow is going to be a long day, and I'm not looking forward to it. All in all, it's not the sunniest of evenings.
