My, how time flies.

I did very little that was interesting or worthwhile over the weekend.

I slept most of Saturday, nursing a sore throat and fatigue.

On Sunday, I sat outside in the sun and read Modesitt’s The Eternity Artifact while Aya made beds of moss and orange leaves for her Barbies. The little one wanted to go inside and play Xenosaga with Brian, so I ended up logging in to Lord of the Rings Online while she did so. Minstrels, even though they’re squishy, do much better against The Dead and Ancient Evil in north-central Angmar than Hunters do.

I thought about writing, but didn’t do much. It’s probably fortunate that my main Rhydin character is still out of play. Despite not wanting this storyline to drag on for weeks, it’s been three weeks now. Epic . . . or Epic fail? Probably the latter.