Day Six: The End Is Near!

My grand isolation shall come to a close tomorrow.

I look forward to returning to my simple lifestyle as a gamer-gatherer. Coffee in the mornings, video games until the evening, then settling in to some family bonding before a return to gaming until I retire.

Ah, what a life I lead!

Now I must attend to my chores: there are still beers needing imbibed, and I hope to have a proper buzz before I watch WVU cream Marshall. Go 'eers!

Day Five: A Return to the Serene Siesta

Today is a day for great rejoicing! This afternoon there shall be friends over for a small cookout, though due to filial obligations they have to depart early, which happens to be perfect since tonight is Futurama Thursday!! And since I missed last weeks, I get to enjoy not one but TWO new episodes! Woo hoo!

I've had some good news regarding yesterday's crisis, and appear to be out of immediate danger (figuratively, of course) but still find myself navigating the shoals at night. We're almost to the safe harbor, so close, and my nerves can't take any more worry so I'm going to relax and enjoy life once more.

Shelby has got it in her head that she's a helicopter, and continually is shaking her ears in an attempt to lift off. It is hilarious to watch by day, but a bit disconcerting when one's attempting to sleep.

Day Four: Where our hero earns his right to a cold beer

I was awakened quite early by an errant phone call.

Little did I know that this occurrence was the least of the many bad things that would cascade into my life by noon.

I really don't feel like going into the gory details, but here's the abridged and nonspecific version:

There was some bad news in an email, followed by an outright crisis of my own careless making, followed by frantic damage control, lots of furious errand-running, emailing, and phone calls, which finally culminated in a sudden and anticlimactic finish.

Throughout this ordeal, I had the invaluable assistance of a dear friend to whom I am eternally grateful. Thank you. I'd also like to thank those friends who kept my spirits up through compliments regarding my rugged good looks. Less-than-three.

The time for panic is over. Now I simply sit here, experiencing a calm reflection that the storm has passed. Alea iacta est, there is nothing more to be done. I await my fortune.

If I were the type to believe in omens, I'd take comfort from the following event - I went outside to relax with a cigar. While standing on the deck, I saw an incredibly beautiful blue butterfly fluttering about, and I thought "it sure would be cool if it alights on my hand, like in the movies". And then it did just that.

Exile: Day Three

Well, yesterday was an experiment in extended drinking. I was able to nurse a buzz for over thirteen hours! Best of all, thanks to proper hydration efforts I awoke today with nary a hangover.

Today, unfortunately, has been a day of business. No time to take care of the beer that desperately needs imbibed until later this evening.

The expeditions' spirits are still high, as of yet. We are in good cheer and although We miss the solace of community, We are able to fake it well enough by referring to Ourselves in the royal "We".

I shall keep thee up to date with further news, should it occur. Until then, drink a beer for Us?

Exile: The Beginning

Supplies were laid in, including that which is all-important: beer.

I've just returned from gathering supplemental provisions, and feel like I'm ready to settle in for my week's exile.

What's that? Oh, you haven't heard?

Yes, for crimes against hygiene, I've been sentenced to living one full week... completely alone.

Well, "completely alone" isn't quite accurate. There is my faithful companion, Shelby, whose chief distinction is a plaque that reads: "The world's most slobbery dog".

Worry not, dear readers; I shall faithfully record my experience for posterity. It actually began yesterday, and so far it has been blissfully smooth sailing.

For now, I must be off. It is the hour of the Vidya Game, and I am late for my labor.