I don't feel well today. A real shame as I spent all weekend pretty much in bed. Standing up is a bit of a chore for me today, so when Liz called me to tell me she wasn't going to work, I told her I wasn't either. So I went back to bed for a bit, then got up to putter around. There's a bit too much sputter in my putter, though. :/

Last night I taped the CBS special on the firefighters in NY on September 11th. I didn't think it would be a good idea to watch it, but after it had been going for about an hour, and me lounging on the couch all miserable, I turned the TV on and Rob and I watched the last hour.

Remind me that when I have a good idea (not to watch it) that I should stick with it. When I went to bed, my sleep was troubled and I tossed and turned all night. It was a good show. I want to see the whole thing sometime. But it wasn't the right time to see it for me yet. So little sleep might account for why I wasn't able to generate enough energy to go to work this morning. I'm still feeling draggy, but I wanted to do something other than lounge today, so I updated the archives here for February (I hope they work) and will go back and lie down.

Yesterday I had to be a judge at a storytelling contest in the little game. I also participated, as we are growing up a warrior maid in the event we lose our link to the original warrior woman upon whose adventures our game is based. To get the populace 'backing' the new warrior maid, we are having her participate in things going on around town. Naturally, the goal was to have her participate and graciously not win. The story I wrote for her to tell was very simple, no actions at all just plain story. Unfortunately, it was still pretty good and the ovations she received would make it too obvious she's more than another player if she didn't win anything, so we judges devised an "honorable mention" for her tale. This is also why I gave up entering bard events in the big game. Not that I'm the best one out there by any means, but toward the end of my bardic/early GM career, I would come in second or third and I hated to take away a win from the paying public.

The competitor in me, however, is gratified and pleased that the little story I wrote was so well-received. Nothing like accolades to make one's day, especially if one is hacking up a lung and feeling physically ill.