This time I was wholeheartedly in favor of game night occurring at a distance. We have re-entered the time of year when snowstorms blow in regularly on Wednesdays, as if gleefully effing with our plans. It happened almost every week like this last year. We got numb to it then, and will again soon. But this storm turned into a lot more than it was billed as. It rained heavily in the early evening, switching to big wet snow before 8. It has been coming down for hours, and every bit of our Park is covered in a thick, fluffy blanket of white. I'm not sure the ground has fully frozen underneath it, but there is an excellent chance the roads are yucky and unsafe. I would not have wanted my friend circle driving in this. Of course, we still have some members recovering from the Rona, in various stages, and we have two families with infants. We will be having remote game night frequently for the time being.
This was the first night we really focused on our role-playing game, and Mr S-P made a point of getting this one going. We have a long tradition of having a special campaign that involves mysterious frosty locations and snowball fights at this time of year. So far we traveled through a tunnel to find a winter scene, overlooking a tiny village where tiny people were singing. It took no time for some of us to realize we had stumbled on Whoville. Shortly into the scenario, the village was raided by a gang of furry green ogres. No one thought to ask if they were wearing hastily-made Santa coats.
After a long day, I really just want to sit and watch the snow fall. It's so pretty, especially with the Christmas lights still on. (It is traditional here to leave them on until the start of the Denver Stock Show.) I might not be able to stay awake much longer, though. I've been cutting back on my caffeine, and now falling asleep at night is a bit less of a struggle. What a pleasant way to drift off to sleep, on a night like this.
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