Checkpoint
I am still without a home computer. I took yesterday off for a mixture of recovery and chores; one of the things I failed to do was resurrect my old laptop. Still waiting for Dell to return my new one - their estimate hasn't run out, but I'm an impatient customer.
I'm currently planning to put on armor tomorrow, for the first time since my shoulder surgery. I'm wondering if I'm too old for this, and if this is my version of a midlife crisis. At least it's a relatively inexpensive as midlife crises go.
Repairing my armor yesterday left me really wanting to go out on the field. Unfortunately, I'm finding myself almost totally uninterested in the SCA other than that. It doesn't help that I'm feeling out of touch and out of practice at the things I used to at least be moderately good at.
Politics has me depressed as hell. Meg Whitman seems to think the California electorate is for sale. The Supreme Court seems to think that we all should be. The big nine also seem to think that the defenders of Prop 8 need those robes and hoods, because of the possibility someone might call them names or something. The Democrats are proving that "democratic majority" is an oxymoron. The republicans, seeing that their most photogenic and newsworthy members seem to be batshit crazy, seem to be all climbing on the crazy train as fast as they can.
I don't know if I should be stocking up on gold or canned goods.
The work situation is about as stable as it could be. For now I've put any thought of job search on hold; we may be trying to refinance the house and changing jobs seems contraindicated. The last game looks like it will sell, and the next game looks like it will get funded, so I'm not in panic mode.
I'm currently planning to put on armor tomorrow, for the first time since my shoulder surgery. I'm wondering if I'm too old for this, and if this is my version of a midlife crisis. At least it's a relatively inexpensive as midlife crises go.
Repairing my armor yesterday left me really wanting to go out on the field. Unfortunately, I'm finding myself almost totally uninterested in the SCA other than that. It doesn't help that I'm feeling out of touch and out of practice at the things I used to at least be moderately good at.
Politics has me depressed as hell. Meg Whitman seems to think the California electorate is for sale. The Supreme Court seems to think that we all should be. The big nine also seem to think that the defenders of Prop 8 need those robes and hoods, because of the possibility someone might call them names or something. The Democrats are proving that "democratic majority" is an oxymoron. The republicans, seeing that their most photogenic and newsworthy members seem to be batshit crazy, seem to be all climbing on the crazy train as fast as they can.
I don't know if I should be stocking up on gold or canned goods.
The work situation is about as stable as it could be. For now I've put any thought of job search on hold; we may be trying to refinance the house and changing jobs seems contraindicated. The last game looks like it will sell, and the next game looks like it will get funded, so I'm not in panic mode.