Had a lovely clamber all over Mount Diablo with Logan, yesterday - although I don't reccomend doing it while wearing a corset... Still, we had fun, although not as much time as Logan might have liked... I'm looking foward to seeing how the pix come out. I've also resolved never to venture into the Great Outdoors whilst wearing makeup and hairspray as one of the two was a massive bug pheremone. Logan was left blissfully alone by the little blighters - which is good, as that gave him time to watch out for poison oak - but they were all over me. Ouch!
Then Alex ran Port Townsend during which I had a total mood collapse. I think it was because I was tired and itchy and therefore not really dedicating 100% of my interest to what was going on. I really should have just left the game when I realized I wasn't feeling inclined to keep up but, darnit, Alex puts a lot of work into the game and I'd feel even worse if I just slinked away from it. From what I can remember it was an okay game - more setup for the future than anything else. I just wish I could have paid more attention to it.
It's been one of those weekends - just unable to focus and generally out of it. Most of Saturday evening I was a zombie, following all the too-mundane-to-tell-apart-from-reality dreams I had. And Sunday was just...odd. I blame the pollen. Or stress. Probably both. Waking up this morning was a gold-plated sonuvabitch and even after several cups of very strong tea, I still feel tired and vexatious. What a lovely way to start the week, hm?
I'm probably just catching Alex's own stressed-out state - and he's got far more valid reasons to be tired and cranky than I do. I suppose I should just do the Stepford thing and lavish him with extra helpings of luvin' attention for the next three weeks, but it's hard to be a shnugglepuss when one is feeling more like a porcupine. Bah.