Yeah. Not really feeling very motivated this morning. I think most of my creative juices were spent on that clay golem last night.

Yesterday was a wash of family meals, bleeding Jackie’s brakes, baking cookies, and Pathfinder. One big, long stroke. Then, I went to bed. Then, I got back out of bed and played solitaire for two hours. Then I went back to bed with itchy, red eyes from staring at a screen. Then, I ran through my multiplication tables until I lost consciousness. Don’t you wish you were me? Dashingly handsome, rich, and an insomniac.

We fought this last night:

It nearly killed the Rev. Dark Wombat and Furious Jessy. Back Alley Trey came out of nowhere with the save, though. Glad he didn’t get rid of that spell.

And Zaxxon says Hi.

Well, I’ve gotta get some blood into my coffee stream. My brain needs oxygen in order to produce ATP. ATP powers my shopping trip with Teacher Sis. Enjoy the rest of your weekend. More soon. ~SC