The winds of war blew hard last night. Part of a massive three-day blow. Off the lake came huge whitecaps. Dan felt obliged to move his sailboat into the grass. We had both fires going to guard against the cold, but soon it was time for me to go to bed. I was awakened at two AM though, after “something” had happened. I think that the big guys could not contain their war to just the little guys and things spilled over. Things seemed fine in the morning though. Games Workshop had released an addendum to the rules overnight, making last night’s results obsolete.

Today, I was laid low by my GLP-1 medication. It wasn’t until an hour ago that I began to function again. My gut was in a twist, but it is better. Good thing, because today is my birthday.