Wednesday, Unmemorble

Often, it takes a moment to recall the previous day, but I am having trouble recalling Wednesday this Thursday morning. The morning started with me rising before 8. I am having trouble sleeping, and it was hard to get started on Wednesday morning. I am not tired when I lie down. I think I will stay up now and write or do other tasks. I saw 2 approaching on my clock! I found liberal coffee and made that in the French Press. There is still pumpkin spice bread left, and I had a slice of that for breakfast. I add a banana to that.

I have played through my music multiple times for multiple days and now am listening via the Internet to Kink.FM while writing. The commercials are annoying, but the music is changing, unlike listening to my collection. I suspect it is loud, but I am alone and have no way to measure it, and I find myself sitting with my right side slightly tilted to the Apple. There is no sound for me on the left side. I mourn that loss often, and I am starting to notice it more often.

I wrote a 1400+ word summary on Tuesday, and when I finished about 10. I dressed after cleaning up and soon headed to Hillsboro. I walked the town twice until finding lunch. I spoke to Rev. Steve, and we will meet there the following Monday or Wednesday. I tried a new place, La Mixteca Oaxaca, and had their margarita, mostly booze, with their spicy wet burrito for $28 for lunch–outside of my spending limits as I am retired! I am leaving Amelia’s, a favorite, for lunch with Rev. Steve next week.

I resisted antiques and buying local coffee but did not resist a cup of coffee and pastry at Insomnia Coffee (more appropriately named for me). There, finding a padded chair, I opened my Apple laptop (it is too hot to leave it in the car, and I carried it when I walked Hillsboro) and started back editing and converting one of my old Dungeons and Dragons adventures for the older version of D&D, the unlamented 4E. In years past, I wrote an adventure for the new version of a role-playing game to learn and teach the new system. I thought I would like to start some games and need something for new players, so I decided to republish Finding a Broken Sword for 5E. The older version is still for sale, and I even got paid recently when someone bought a complete set of my 4E writings, but it is time to update it. The monsters available in 4E and the licensing are pretty different in 5E, and the rules present additional issues. This makes this a rewrite and not an update. The adventure is 50 pages and over 20,000 words. It is a lot of work.

I see that school closing time is approaching; it’s time to go. I board Air Volvo and return to the Volvo before Beaverton goes into gridlock. I do the dishes and make a salad for dinner, adding some roast beef to the salad along with the freshly chopped carrots and celery. I return to the long-forgotten series Space 1999 and watch an amazingly poorly executed episode. It had empty scenes that were clearly filler and actors going through the motions. It is a wonder the show was not canceled the day this trashy episode was released. I do like the theme song. I was wrong; there was a second season, but my favorite character was not there (he quit the show).

I head to The 649, and their parking lot is full, but the taphouse is not busy. I have to park at Safeway and walk in. Stephen is bartending with Taylor (who has changed her look, and I was not sure it was her). I get a red ale and write more D&D stuff. Taylor closes, and I order coffee and a shot of amaretto from her while I write. I plan to write until closing.

Corwin calls, and I offer him a sandwich at the house and a chance to browse the new 5.50 version of Dungeons and Dragons. I finish my coffee and shot without rushing. I pay my bill and make it to the house after Corwin arrives. I make grilled beef and cheddar in butter, adding water and covering the pan to steam cook the meat and cheese between the bread slices. I cut it into squares (not triangles!) and served it to Corwin. We talk D&D, and Corwin reminds me about my other 4E adventures and thinks I should convert those. He remembers one that is a dream-themed adventure, and I will look for its source.

Corwin heads out, and soon, I am showered and in bed, reading D&D books and learning more about 5.50. I try to sleep, but I do not sleep before 2 a.m.

Thanks for reading.