Meanwhile, life is doing it's best to screw Alex up royally. The details are too dreary to get into here but, suffice to say, how is a guy supposed to take care of appointments that must be done during office hours, when he's been assigned 12 hour days for the duration? Never mind the fact that if said appointments aren't fulfilled, Alex is stuck in the Air Force for another couple of months.
So, Miskatonic Acres is just brimming with good feelings right now. I wonder if I could just move back into my parents' place until this all breaks... I just hope one of things breaking won't be my husband!
My incipient Cthulhu Gaslight idea - tenatively titled "The Infernal Machine" is at the dashing-all-over-the-place stage. I'm torn between making it a mythos-oriented game or one extended, awful, pun. If you're not a player in my game (Alex, Jenn, Dave) and are curious to hear about said pun, feel free to drop me a line. It's awful, I assure you... But, when all is said and done, I'll probably go with the more fulfilling idea. I don't need a player-lynching on top of this heat wave.
Must get to work, another busy day unfolds...