Picture from my Father's Wedding

My Father Takes The Next Step And I Am Weird

My father is not a man who was built for solitude. He needs to have people around; he needs talking and touching and interaction. He's an extrovert to an extent my introverted brain frankly finds a little hard to understand.

My mother's death hit him very hard. I mean, Hell, it hit me pretty hard, too. But for him it wasn't just the grief. It was also the solitude. Despite the best efforts of family and friends, and even despite getting a renter to live in the house with him, he was just spending a lot more time alone than was really good for him. There were also some medical issues that interfered with several of his hobbies (playing and repairing musical instruments, for example) and left him even more cut off. It was bad enough to have us all pretty worried even as recently as last June.

Somewhere in there, though, he acquired a girlfriend. Or -- I suspect more accurately -- she acquired him. I'm not certain of the exact timeline, but then I don't think my dad really is either. But this was someone he'd known for years, who'd been part of his music-playing circles, someone who'd also been in a long-term marriage and (relatively) recently lost a spouse. And it seems to have grown gradually out of the two of them spending time together.

Y'all, for the past several months my father has been happier than I've seen him since my mom died. He's out of the house, he's doing things, they're doing things...

So this past weekend, they got married. It was a relatively quick ceremony -- they plan to have a big All The Friends And Family party later. Possibly more than one.

And I thought I was okay with this. I still do, actually. Think I'm okay with it, I mean. Like, I can't think of anything about this that really bothers me. I don't see it as a betrayal of my mother; I'm not worried about how this might affect finances or inheritance; I honestly like the woman; and like I said, my father seems to have undergone some sort emotional resurrection and I'm grovelingly grateful for that.

Which makes it deeply weird to me that this one, relatively brief ceremony (with a nice meal afterwards) seems to have completely consumed my emotional energy for the weekend, but it did. I mean, I wasn't completely useless for the rest of the weekend, but there was an awful lot of I Shall Sit In The Back Room And Play Video Games and at one point I actually fell asleep while still holding the controller in my lap.

I suppose it's just the intensity of it. I suppose good emotions can be just as draining as bad emotions, if they're strong enough. But I really didn't expect to react this way, whatever "this way" actually is, and I'm bothered both by the reaction itself and by the fact that I don't really feel like I understand my own reaction.

Anyway. My dad is married again, and enjoying life again, and I'm deeply grateful for that.

Music: Be More Kind

Frank Turner:

Weekly horoscope

Aries:
Winter weather is headed your way. Not to your area or anyone around you; just you. Being indoors will not help; you'll just get snow on everything.

Taurus:
It's following you. Sometimes if you turn your head quickly you can just catch a glimpse of it. There's nothing to worry about, though. It actually wants to be friends, it's just very, very shy.

Gemini:
Today you will receive a letter from your old friend, who is now a reclusive inventor. He will invite you see his latest machine, a device designed to open human awareness to the whole of reality.

Don't go.

Cancer:
Be very wary of crossroads and doorways today, and make a point of crossing running water at least three times. Don't ask why; you really don't want to know.

Leo:
That quiet day to yourself that you've been longing for will finally arrive when an apocalyptic plague sweeps the planet, leaving only a handful of survivors. The older woman in the one-bedroom house in the middle of corn fields is psychic; trust her.

Virgo:
The Super Blood Wolf Moon has given you the power to control the movement of air, but you must never use this power. The first time you try it, you will accidentally suffocate yourself.

Libra:
This would be the perfect day to set your grand plan for the perfect crime into motion.

Scorpio:
You will encounter a time-traveler today. Unfortunately, you will completely fail to recognize her, as she did her research and blends in perfectly with modern-day fashions and behaviors.

Sagittarius:
Signs point to trouble and possible injury from bunnies today. So if you see a rabbit or anything that looks like one, run the other way.

Capricorn:
The world abounds in wonders and terrors, and we live in an age of miracles. Unfortunately, you're going to be stuck with just another dull day of grinding away at your job.

Aquarius:
Today you will be invited to take part in a mystical quest to save a wondrous magical realm. Unfortunately, you will misunderstand the question and hand over the salt shaker from your table instead.

Pisces:
Today will go much better if you just go ahead and maim that one co-worker with his Excalibur letter-opener. You'll feel better about yourself afterwards, too.

Ash Knight: 1st Person Opening

"Let them burn," said the Knight-Commander, then turned away. "Let them all burn."

I stumbled as the memory took me, caught in the act of stepping from the walk to cross the street. For a moment I couldn't remember if I'd looked to either side, but apparently I had. At least, neither carts nor carriages bore down on me as I crossed into the trade quarter, and there were others crossing the street alongside me.

It wasn't anything dramatic that had set it off; just a chance of appearance, an aging clerk who looked something like the old Knight-Commander, glimpsed out of the corner of my eye. Some days the memory is all but gone; other days, it's all but inescapable. Today, it seemed, was somewhere in between.

On the far side of the street, I took a moment to reassemble myself. I was here as Asrab Dul, a countinghouse clerk who frequently ran errands for his master. My clothes were still the same working-class formality, fancy enough to be respectable but nothing more. The height of the buildings here in the city of Verigor was enough to shield me from the worst of the daylight, so my skin wouldn't give me away.

Horoscopes, January 14 2019 edition

Aries:
The darkness is hungry. Stockpile all the light sources you can: candles, lamps, flashlights. Make sure you have plenty of batteries and fuel for the generator.

Taurus:
They're behind the walls. They listen, and they wait. They know all your secrets, the big ones and the small ones. Today would be a really good time to look for a new home.

Gemini:
Stay away from water today. Any water. If you're thirsty, have someone make tea for you - but tell them to get the water all the way to a boil, and make sure the tea has at least five minutes to steep before you try to drink it.

Cancer:
It's buried under that tree you used to play in. It won't be easy to find, or to dig out. The tree's roots have claimed it for their own.

Leo:
You'll have the most horrible nightmares tonight, but they don't actually mean anything. They're just random anxiety couple with snacking too close to bedtime.

Virgo:
Look twice -- look carefully --before making that left turn. This is very, very important.

Libra:
There's something following you. You can't see it. You can't hear it. It is every bit a fearsome and malicious as you fear. It can't stand to hear people singing, though.

Scorpio:
That restaurant you were planning to eat lunch at? Wait until next week for that. Go somewhere else, anywhere else, especially today.

Sagittarius:
Today would be a good day to take some time and really plan out the details of your revenge. It will make all of 2019 go much more smoothly.

Capricorn:
You'll get your lab results back to day, and they'll be... ominous. Especially because you didn't know you were getting tested.

Aquarius:
A dark stranger will be watching over you today, but he won't do anything to help. He's just watching, waiting for it to happen.

Pisces:
Stay close to other people today. Don't go anywhere alone. Trust me on this.

Return of DnD Night

So, last week our characters had a large battle, and then departed to deal with an elite squad who'd been sent to burrow under our wall so that they could pass troops and materials into our lands without difficulties. That breach was supposed to take place at Southpoint, which had been one of the five gatehouses along the wall until the Sol Povan army decided that it wasn't worth maintaining and sealed the gate.

We arrived at Southpoint to find that a small family of lizardfolk had been living in the ruins of the old gatehouse support buildings, and actually fixing them up with bits of whatever they found. They had some tunnels under their "home", but their tunnels were now "haunted". Also, they pointed out another group over on the far side of the wall, who had set up a large and colorful tent and were definitely Up To Something.

We concluded that the people in the tent were the elite mercenaries from the invading army, so naturally our bard strolled over to distract them by playing folk music at them. (In the real world, of course, this sort of behavior is forbidden by the Geneva conventions, but this is D'n'D...) The rest of us descended into the "haunted" tunnels beneath the lizardfolks' building after convincing them that we were, in fact, there to fix their toilets.

Things went... badly.

The "haunted" tunnels were haunted by skeletons, including two wolves and two Girallon skeletons -- very possibly the same ones we battled as living creatures last week. Meanwhile, as the group descended the stairs and moved to engage the skeletons, a pair of bad guys used a wall of ice to cut off our sorceress and promptly kidnapped her. This is bad. One of the two bad guys was the same Solarii who had come to warn us of the elite force trying to tunnel under this gatehouse, while the other was a Cassadia. (Cassadia turns out not to be a person so much as a convenient identity, or possibly an order of sorceresses who all use the name; either way, very definitely on the Bad Guys side, here.) This is worse.

The bard, meanwhile, found only two guards inside the tent and managed to subdue both of them through a ruthless combination of Charm Person and lullabies. The large wagon hidden inside the tent held a bullette, a giant burrowing monster also known as a landshark. (Cue the old SNL jokes, because we certainly did.) He then poked around until he found a chest that had... lots and lots of little bags full of ground-up gems. Which immediately caused the landshark to perk up like a two-month-old puppy. Which is almost exactly how the gnome bard treated it.

Back in the tunnel, the main group managed to put down the skeletons, then break back out past the wall of ice. One of the lizardfolk was yelling that the bard was in trouble, and sure enough we emerged to find that a bunch of armed warriors had come up from another tunnel on the far side of the wall, and were surrounding the tent.

I am here to tell you that while we rushed to attack them, it was the bullette that made all the difference. That thing is big, and tough, and (once all the bad buys were dead) surprisingly snuggly as well. So at the end of the game we'd killed four skeletons and twenty or so elite troops, we'd prevented the Bad Guys from connecting their tunnel to the existing ones, and we were missing our sorceress (who is also our linguist, which is almost certainly why she was taken).

Revenge. Will. Be. Ours.