I’ve really nothing to write about tonight.
I dug a little deeper into the Moorcock book, and it reads like it was written by a 15-year-old (which it was). I was in bed in the wee hours, slept until late in the morning when the Christmas decorating woke me up indirectly. I went shopping, came home, took care of a few chores, and spent the evening dinking around with my laptop. Not really productive today.
I have to say, I feel with all the tumult of this year, I’ll be glad when this month (and year) are over. I just haven’t been particularly focused on this project. The deaths and illnesses have been a cause of that distraction, as has the prospect of running a game in a couple of weeks. The election only added to the confusion. It just seems my mind has been under assault by reality all month.
So, that’s it for tonight. I work tomorrow, and I have laundry to finish, so I’m done.