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Sheltering-in-Place: Day 64

The image shows a woman in a pleated metallic skirt flying with probably imaginary wings through a dark and fiery cloud scape. She's doing fine. The text on the image reads, "Begone, self-pity! Flee from me depression! I smite thee and burn your ilk with the fires of a thousand words!

The text on the image reads

Begone self-pity!

Flee from me depression!

I smite thee and burn your ilk with the fires of a thousand words!

About 90% of my brain understands that I'm going to have to shelter-in-place a bit longer than a lot of people. No worries. It is what it is. That 90% of my mind accepts this. 

The other 10% occasionally gets slapped with reality. That happened today. I re-reminded myself that it's going to be a long time before I can go play Dungeons & Dragons with my friends again. They may or may not be able to start up again without me. I don't know. We've sometimes brought one person in remotely, but that was when the group was much smaller.

I miss the fantasy land, prep, planning, and mayhem of figuring out our GM's puzzles and mysteries and mazes/dungeons. I got a little sad.

That was not about to be something I let last longer than was healthy. I pulled out my "armor" skirt and my "dragon" shirt. As soon as they were on, I felt better, stronger, tougher. I felt happier. 

The text on the shirt goes something like this:

Do not fashion me a maiden
who needs saving from a dragon.
For I am the dragon,
and my words are made of fire. 

Now, you just have to shout the above quote in your best Fargo accent, and you're pretty much embodying my newest character. She's ridiculous and fun to play.