My Brain Is Dead

[chomiji]

As proof, I offer the fact that I spelled "dead" as "ded," above, when I started this message.

We're RPGing on Saturday night for the second weekend in a row, in an attempt to get the monthly game back on its pre-summer schedule (it has now become a space opera game; I am an uplifted dog ... who happens to be a fantastically skilled paramedic). And the Young Lady is in a high-intensity driving/driver safety course that runs 10:00am-1:15pm on every weekend (both days) for the rest of the month, and it's located in Rockville (= 40-minute drive).

And between dropping her (and her best friend) off at driving lessons tomorrow and going to the game, I am driving to Glen Air to visit my sis-in-law who is recovering from a hip replacement. So I am not going to be able to mellow out for a day any time soon (hmmm ... maybe Columbus Day, although TYL has school, so I will still be waking up early).

And also! Sunday is the Takoma Park Street Festival. Which will make it hard to get in and out of our neighborhood, because they block off the end of our street near the main drag and set up one of the stages there ... .

No wonder I can't get any creative thinking done ... .

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[chomiji]

It's not even that all this stuff is bad or stressful - the game actually went off quite well, much more intresting than his previous dungeon-crawls - but its not leaving me with the quiet down time that lets my imagination work. For example, I was driving on Saturday, all the way to Glen Air, then directly to the RPG, and then home. Usually I would have been a passenger to and from the game, and that's great thinking time (the Mr. isn't into talking when he drives much). But I can only think about things other than the traffic when I drive when it's a very familiar route - and certainly not while navigating a completely unfamiliar route.