The Lake House cannot cure all ills.

I may actually be coming down with something, or maybe it's my body rebelling at the Angry Indigo I've been dealing with since Wednesday.

However, I was able to enjoy playing Cards Against Humanity while a little drunk, tend the fire pit several times and doze through two games of MtG where I payed just enough attention to know how a turn works. There was exposition in the two D&D games I'm in (Ames the Lawful Good Catgirl is currently holding Object of Immense Power and riding the high with a very bushy tail while Ellie the Spirit Shaman just ran away from three scout parties and her subordinates are now known as "The Goblins Are Coming!" crew. Whoo. She wasn't sticking around after hearing those horns and barely surviving a warg encounter. She went to the healing tent.) SLB ran his game and now I know his weak areas, so I have offered to help him.

The fruit cobbler and the banana bread I baked Saturday were very popular with the rest of the D&D group. We came home with one helping of cobbler and about three slices of bread. That's my snacks for tomorrow.

I'm not as Angry Indigo as I was earlier in the week. It is still there, patiently waiting. I'm going to try and find a psychiatrist's office that returns phone calls and will take a new FHP patient. I has insurance!

Data Monkey is scheduled to explode starting tomorrow. I'm waiting for the calls to overtime.

Izzy-kitty is running on all six cylinders and begging for luuuuvvvv, but she flinches away after a few seconds of petting. She is a silly kitty.

Cuteness comes back tomorrow night. IDK comes back Tuesday night.

Urban Fantasy is stuck until I clear this round of mental and emotional shenanigans.