Sometimes the universe is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Sometimes you design an NPC that is important to one of your characters and then a major plot point ends up revolving around that NPC. And possibly somebody else pretending to be that NPC. And you designed this week's DnD Character Colouring Book to be two versions of the character.
More on that in a minute though.
I do love how anybody looks in some version of the Crimson Gentleman uniform for my boy Whisper though. Of course, young Hark isn't officially a Gentleman yet... so he doesn't get the tie.
Anyway.
This week. Urgh.
So we start with cleaning for my Inspection. Not fully arduous, as usual I split it over a couple of days, and fortunately the weather was reasonable enough that it wasn't painful.
Tuesday I had the doctor's appointment about this flu that just won't go away. Which was also relatively painless, but I also assume that doctors have had so many people through their doors with this same thing that they're just going off the script at this point. I think we spent slightly more time teaching the med student who was sitting in how to actually measure somebody's height than really diving deeply into what was going on with me.
Okay, that's slightly unfair. And honestly says slightly more about the med student.
But the doctor gave me a script for some drugs and a referral for a bunch of tests. And did you know they do prescriptions by text message and QR code now? News to me. Handy, but weird. So I went and got the good drugs. And then wasted some time at the library before heading home to my nice clean house.
Yay.
I was slightly surprised to discover that the good drugs amounted to three tablets. So that's some nuking the aliens from space kinda antibiotics. On the plus side, they seem to have done... something. It's still not gone, but it's much improved.
I didn't go and get the tests done until Thursday morning. And that time the woman literally spent longer doing things on her computer than she did talking to me or sticking a swab up my nose. But at least I was in and out of their relatively quickly, and I could just call in at the end of my morning walk.
Circling back around... this week was quiche. Because it was simple.
The Mini Media Reviews was the second and third season of His Dark Materials. I liked the second season more than the third. Mostly because the second season was more focused on the two kids, and the third had a lot of the adult characters who I just like less. I also think the second season is a vast improvement because the teamed the male writer who wrote the entire first season on his own with a different female writer on each episode. Now I don't know if that was one of those things where he wrong the general outline and the women came in and polished, or they wrote it and he polished or what. But the characters were much improved, not least of all Lyra.
Part of that as well was the actress progressing from being a 13/14 year old in the first season to 16/17 by the final season. She goes from a slightly precocious child to a young adult.
But the whole thing is beautifully made and shot, and didn't get quite as Stealth Jesusy as, say, the Narnia stuff.
Friday was Chiro Day... and much needed, between all the coughing in the last month, a lot of crochet and a lot of video games, my neck and lower back were slightly screaming. Plus of course having done the full clean.
Then I went and poked around the library in town.
Friday Night DnD was... honestly, mop up. And it was very funny that my insane goblin girl Molly had a moment where she could very much have ended up as the new chieftess as a tribe of goblins. And sometimes having gore on your arms up to the elbows helps.
But then we cut back to my boy Whisper... and thanks to a Perception roll of 3, he's currently unsure whether the version of Herald that is in the room with him currently or the one that he saw outside is the real Herald. So that's going to be fun to resolve during the week. He'll be fine. Or he be dead.
Anyway...
Nothing much to report again today... just the usual supermarketry really.
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