In Norrath, it was a mostly unremarkable day of slaughtering the undead. Ding. 16. Most of the day, I was actually grouped, which was nice. I have found that I can solo pretty well as a newbie wizard, and I rather expected I'd be soloing for a long, long time, so actually getting into groups has been a bonus. I also joined a guild late last week. It was a somewhat random act, but they seem nice enough.
I also chatted with yet another person drawn back into EQ1 by my blog. I swear, it isn't some nefarious plot on my part. I just wanted to go back to the game and do something different this time. But if it makes anyone feel better, I'll try to be wracked with insomnia-inducing guilt. I'm easy to get along with.
This weekend was tiring and rough. I felt a little bad because my son and his girlfriend, who were supposed to leave today, left last night. I know I'd gotten to the point of exhaustion where even conversation was an effort, and I wandered off to read a book of stories by Ursula K. LeGuin while they played with the young kids for a while. I think they may have left because I'd gotten boring. So, I do feel a little bad about that, and at the same time, I was a little relieved that the last of the guests had finally gone. It's going to take us a week to get back into routine after this weekend.
I woke up Saturday morning to find that my mom had changed my curtains. That was slightly annoying. I am 36 years old-- old enough that if I want to have bad taste in home decorating, that's up to me. It's our house, after all. But I tried to be gracious and said thank you. I ranted about it for quite a while after she left, though, until the ranting died down to mere grumbles.
Oh, and she brought me a cat, just in case we needed a spare. Now we have 2 cats. Hurray. This is one she'd taken in when its last owner couldn't keep it, but it didn't get along with the cat my brother left at her house or her dogs. It is a nice cat, I guess. I am just not sure we needed another furry little attention sponge. Both cats are extremely affectionate. That is to say, they demand to be petted all day long, and then they want to sleep on us too.
ARRRRGH. I need some cat-free, kid-free, visitor-free ME time!