low_delta

All week, I was thinking that we were gaming out in Waukesha, this weekend. I was wrong. I drove all the way out there. Wasted half a tank of gas and an hour of my time. And wasted Paul and Joe's time, while they waited here for me to return home.

We played Settlers, and I kept having to concentrate hard on what I was doing. Like, are the dice in front of me because It's my turn, or because I just rolled them? And I kept staring at my cards, trying to make sense of them. There are only five different cards, and three things you can do with them. Once, Paul looked at me and said, "why did you do that?" He had to explain why my move was totally pointless, and it was pretty obvious. I know it doesn't sound that bad, but not only was I acting like I was out of it, but I felt like I was out of it.

And I've been that way for a while. Definitely all weekend, but it seems like it's been a downward slide for a long time. I thought that when all my stress went away I'd get my brain back. It hasn't really worked out that way.

In other news, I heard a banging sound on the downspout. It's raining and it sounded like the wind blew it off, so I put on my coat (it's about 40°) and went out to reattach it. Then I decided I might as well check the others. As I was squishing through the yard, I thought, I've been camping in weather like this. The really scary part is that I decided it really wasn't that bad.