I got back from Tennessee yesterday. We'd gone down to visit my mother for the week, and I'll be honest, it feels good to be back. I love my mother, but she's not always the easiest person to be around, and although this last week was pretty good, it was still a LOT of work--mental, physical, emotional--just to be down there. She's got a bad back, bad knees, bad shoulders, and half a lung missing from having had lung cancer. And now she's got bladder cancer, and while I'm in high hopes that they'll be able to do something about it without major surgery, it's still very much an open question.
My mother is a walking medical cautionary tale. Take care of your body, or it will turn on you before you know it.
Anyway, Mom had three dogs, but we brought one back with us--Dixie, her 9-year-old chocolate Labrador. Well, that is to say that I brought her back. I rented a car and drove 16 hours back from Tennessee with Dixie in the back seat. Needless to say, the kids are ecstatic about having Dixie in the house. Personally, I'm just glad I'm not still stuck on the road again today.
Sally's out this morning running the Fairfield Half-Marathon. Well, she's about to start running it, at any rate. She's super-nervous. She left the bottles for her Fuel Belt here and called a few minutes ago in a panic about it. Unfortunately, I couldn't take them out to her because one of our kids is asleep upstairs. I mean, I'm not too worried because I know that they have A LOT of water stations out on the course, but still... She needs to calm down and get herself under control if she's going to have the kind of race she wants. I told her to take her first mile slow and easy and then work it out from there. Meanwhile, Hannah and Emma and I have to go meet her at the finish in about an hour or so, and between now and then, I need to feed the kids--and unpack my travel bag.
On my own workout front, I swam a lot this week--because they have a GREAT pool in my mother's hometown--but I'm in high hopes of getting either a run or a little run/bike brick in this afternoon. After being on the road for the last two days, I feel like I need to get my own head right, too. Sally's not the only neurotic one in the family.
Over at Sellswords, the party has finally entered the capstone adventure for the Heroic Tier. They're on a ship, trying to recover the infamous (wholly invented!) Iron Crown of a Shadows from a shipwreck off the southern coast of the Moonshae Isles. Right now, they're fighting a group of dragonborn privateers, and after that, they'll have to dive the wreck, fight the monsters underwater, and recover the crown itself. And then there might be some more pirates...
If you're wondering, the Crown is a kind of minor navigation focus. With it, you can move yourself and others freely back and forth from the Shadowfell, although initially I'll probably restrict that power, making it mechanically similar to the ritual Shadow Crossing. However, with the Crown and another piece that I've not invented yet, they'll be able to navigate freely around the Planes in their ship using the Shadowfell as an intermediary destination for free planar travel.
I also want to make their ship fly eventually. I think I might have them fight an ancient dragon and then use a homebrew ritual to attach the dragon's disembodied wings and spirit to their ship's hull, making a kind of grisly, flapping airship.
BTW, I greatly enjoyed yesterday's World Cup Game vs. Ghana, but what's up with the slow starts and the late goal? Ugh.
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