Got nearly suffocated in phonecalls, over the oddest subjects possible.
One
made my heart yearn tho: the GM from one of the small one-day larps
called me and asked me if I was going to be present on Saturday. I had
to decline, cos I’m far from fit, methinks. It’s a small tribe of
barbarians, 20 max, and I’m their leader, and biggest fighting machine. I
really can’t be all that if I’m as weak as my bicycle ride this morning
painfully showed me. Sigh…