I’m starting to miss ttrpgs

Yesterday I finished cutting out the second couch seat. I mixed herbs for sleep sachets, filled them all, and whip-stitched them shut. NPCs continues fabulously hammy. After lunch we went on an adventure to Handmade Arcade at the convention center downtown. It was glorious, though a lot of walking on cement I’m not used to. I found holiday cards, stickers, pottery, and some nicely turned holly wood. I looked for but did not find a mostly-wool hat nor acceptable hand salve. Home, dinner, crossword, Voyager, snack, sleep. Long involved dreams about Olin, muddy flooded corridors, swimming in Hawaii, picking pins out of the carpet, and writing some sort of contact improv curriculum.