Sunday Migraine and D&D

I rose on Sunday and had a typical morning, belying the event to come. I had coffee and made toast and lots of orange marmalade as I was at the bottom of the jar. Truth be told, I could have done another run from that jar. I had only crackers for dinner, having made a nice lunch the day before, but I wasn’t concerned. It was going to be another close-to-100-day. I skipped the sweater vest later and just wore pants, a dress shirt, and a tie.

I wrote the blog for much of the morning and chatted with Deborah while I drank fresh ground locally roasted coffee. I tried to ignore the headline-stealing attempts from the current administration. It is clear that it is a form of control, clearly ineffective, to get anything other than inflation, the impact of tariffs on the economy, or unsavory news about Epstein in the headlines, especially on right-wing social media platforms and Fox News. I would read some of it, take a deep drink of my coffee, and know that Justice and Compassion will win. But that day seems far away.

I completed my morning, dressed, posted the blog, traveled in Air VW the Gray, and I soon was at First United Methodist Church in Beaverton with my posters and some flyers for my Sunday School class, the New Members Class, that starts on the Sundays in September. I showed the posters, gave away a few flyers, and ushered.

I developed the first one in about a year, a migraine with my vision full of sparkles, and then I was partially blinded. F**k! The heat? The lack of food? Time changes? Stress of doing a class? Allergies? Something tripped it. I was able to function, but it was hard going.

The air is hot and of medium quality. It is hard for me to do even that. It could just be the air and heat made me unwell.

I managed to return home and made lunch. I was getting worse and starting to show signs of confusion. I reheated the chili, ate it, and it helped. I rested. I was restless and couldn’t get comfortable, but I finally fell asleep. The house AC was even cold (the trees keep the sun off the roof). My head still felt like there was a band wrapped around it, but the vision issues were gone, and the pain was related to moving rather than pounding.

I watered the flowers and cut more roses for Niki, Matt’s wife. I like to bring fresh roses. I have plenty.

I took Air VW the Gray to M@’s house to play our twenty-year+ group for more of the Infinite Staircase from the makers of D&D. This is a book and various materials, not all from the same companies, for a premade Dungeons & Dragons campaign, with it trying to breach, to various levels of success, the change from the previous version to the so-called 2024 version and create a gaming environment to start playing at first level and reach mid-level, 13 or so. We have advanced to 5th for this game. The material is varied, and while often offering a site-based adventure or dungeon crawl, our group, which is not set for combat and destruction, stole the last item without bloodshed. We again went tonight with our usual indirect approach.

After the game, I talked to Mackers and Scott about some of my learnings at HOPE_16 and my frustrations with Quantum Computing and how it seems so unfinished to me. There are no practical examples I have found so far. I am interested in factoring numbers, part of the existing encryption protocols, and also linked to the NP-Complete problem, the Golden Ticket, and will be looking at attacks on the process. I see no meaningful way yet to use, even if one exists, a Quantum Computer to solve these math problems.

After that chat, I headed home, and while the headache was less, I soon stumbled my way into my bed and slept only to rise to take my pills. The coffee was not prepared, and the dishes were left for Monday.

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