So I phoned in and got the results of my X-ray. Apparently nothing in my foot is broken or fractured. They think it is just a sprain. So I’m going to go into the clinic again tomorrow to get more information. In any case, I’m not running on Sunday. I’ll instead try and use a boring exercycle for two hours on Sunday morning. But since there is no schedule, I should be able to stay up later on Saturday.
I broke down. I’m going to get the scooter, even though it has damage. So I went through the hoops of getting it insured again. It wasn’t as easy the second time around. Because the insurance company knew it was damaged, they wanted a mechanic’s report on the level of damage. I’ll get the registration done tomorrow and then see if I can learn to drive the thing over the weekend.
Last D&D game, a character died. The only way to get him back was to reincarnate him. I gave the player some choices of races that I thought would add well to the campaign. But he didn’t like them. I don’t blame him on the first one, but the second one annoyed me. He decided instead to take a random roll, and he became an orc. This required me rewinding some of the events from the last game, because we played a bit after the reincarnation, but before we had decided what he was. Anyway, this time around, the affable sphinx just attacked the orc. (It’s an orc. What other reason does it need.) It was able to kill him in a few rounds.
This was too much, and I allowed one of them to burn a hero point so that at a crucial moment, they would be able to purchase the diamonds they needed to cast a raise dead, instead of a reincarnate. So after wasting three hours, we were able to get the expedition into the dungeon started again. They then spent two hours trying to actually get down the stairs.