One Grey Sock

Last night, when I got home, I did laundry immediately upon my return.

I took off my shoes outside, and put the socks and some items directly into the washer.

After a quick shower, I gathered up other items and let the laundry run.

Everything went into the dryer.

I sorted the laundry today, there is one grey sock.

For the past ten or so minutes I have gone through each folded item of clothing, the washer, the dryer, the basket, the hallway.

There is one grey sock.

That is the entire story and post.

A post I responded to

A friend asked about the pre-pandemic world. Like, what do people selfishly miss. I posted this as a response.

"People. I miss Magic across the table. DnD in our group having dinner prior to starting. Conventions and the random way I only know some people in certain cities yet none of us live in that city. Talking soccer with the Russian dumpling truck guy. Students in person and the energy they have. Saber class and actually sparring as opposed to drills. Dancing at country bars even though I am a metal head. Soccer matches in the press box with my media peeps. Concerts. It turns out even though I value my private time, I have in my 50+ years managed to get to know an awful lot of interesting people. There is no substitute for good people."

But, I already have to deal with hazmat when I come home from the temp gig. People are not wearing masks enough. There is a real need to take all this seriously, and it will be worth it. But, there are days.

Tribute to an unlikely astronaut

Knowing talented people is cool

As part of an adoption fundraiser, my very talented partner in Owl & Moose Studios Marci Heider created this for me from a pic of me at Seattle SaberFit.

Generations of work

This will not end at 46, 47, or 48.

This will not end soon.

This will take generations.

A birthday DM favor

Granted to a player for their birthday. 

Good for a re-roll or advantage or something fun.