In strategy video games, the kind where you build a base and then send your scouts out to find more resources, most of the map is covered by the fog of war, a dense cloud-like blanket that recedes as the scouts explore the map. I have sent all my mental scouts out and the fog of war that’s obscuring my brain is refusing to disperse.
Gordon was sick the entire last week. Some kind of flu, or cold, or COVID, or something, complete with the typical symptoms of congestion, cough, and fatigue. He is now on the mend, but I think he passed all of that to me. This crud is making me kind of dumb and so tired.
I took Nyquil last night – the nasty green kind – and then had weird dreams. I dreamt that one of my children was in kindergarten, and I had a problem with the teacher, so I brought it to the attention of the school and all other parents ostracized me for it. And then there was a tornado. We were driving through a tunnel and came out into the tornado, so we had to back up, and then we ended up somehow driving on the side of the tornado. Anyway, the car flew a bit but everyone survived. Somehow the tornado vindicated my teacher problems.
This gives you the idea of where my brain is at. I’m trying to admin and we really need to start writing, because of that whole don’t write, don’t eat thing, so I will brew some tea and see if I can rally. Channeling Tim Gunn, “Designers, make it work.” Although Gordon might not be up for it. I think his fog of war is lingering, because he is watching Paternity Court online for some reason.
Meanwhile if you would like to ask some questions, please comment on this thread and Mod R will pick out the most pressing ones. I do have a couple of polls for you.