Kind of like old times

I made six pans of cinnamon rolls, 2 for church tomorrow, 2 delivered for Angie and her friend, and 2 we brought with us for the game.

It was the first game I've played in in about 10 years. The game mechanics were all different from what I was used to, but Captain Husband was there to help me out. I didn't feel stupid or anything, and it was easy to enter into the spirit of the thing. I'm playing a cleric, so I'm the party's bandaid box. We spent about 8 hours at it today. That's the most interaction I've had with a group of people in as long as I can remember. It was fun, not stressful at all. I enjoyed myself, but I'll be after midnight getting to bed, which is something I'd rather not do. I've got church in the morning!

Vriska brought his girlfriend Aegis along. She's teaching herself to crochet, so we had a few things to chat about. I made a couple of suggestions for controlling her yarn, but mostly tried to stay out of the way of her developing style. Everyone works differently, each crocheter's method growing through practice. I'm going to see about bringing some work with me next week. It would be nice to have a crocheting friend.

My feelings today have been a mixed bag. I managed some happiness and contentment, but still struggled with that gnawing, clawing, desperate feeling a few times. I wish I knew what it was about. It's like I am wanting something to be different, so intensely that it is a little hard to breathe. It doesn't seem to correlate with what I am doing at any given time. I don't know what sets it off. It's restless and a little hopeless. I've almost decided that it means nothing, just random misfires from the part of my brain that doesn't work properly. Some neurochemical malfunction goes off, and I get the vapors. It doesn't last long, which is a good thing.

It's supposed to be sleety and cold in the next couple of days. I hope I can get the rock peck in the windshield of Tom's car fixed before it can spread. We've got plenty of food and a half tank of gas, so I'm not so much worried about that, as far as the weather goes. Balls can come inside as much as he wants, if it does decide to sleet. He wasn't in his shelter box when we got home, so I guess he is holed up somewhere for the night. It's pretty chilly, but I guess the more severe weather is yet to come, so I will not worry about him right now.