Well, there's still gas in the CO2 tank, but it's been at about two pennsic's since it's been last filled ( Read more... )

Here I am at the office, with a newly arrived package of War photos (including another smiling cait!), and listening to Micahel Kelley singing about An Tir.

Plus, I spent half the night drinking wine, so I'm at the basic war-level fatigue.

I swear I can smell a wood smoke fire.