Yeah, I got nothing.
Seriously, I have nothing to report.
Why? Well, once again real life got in the way.
No, really. Chris is still wrapping up the school year and, on top of other commitments, I’ve had some kind of cold that has traveled into my chest to form some ancient Lovecraftian cabal of mucus powered shoggoths intent on changing reality into a non-euclidian hell worthy of the Great Old Ones.
No, really, every time I blew my nose I had to roll a saving throw to keep from losing sanity points.
So, yeah, nothing to report, butI did manage to get my writing space pseudo-organized, so it’s not a total loss.