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Spring Below Anzac

Tuesday morning and the crews have returned. Almost everyone who didn't stay here for weekend is back in camp, and the place is more or less alive again. As much as I enjoy solitude, the people here are, for the most part, good people.
Over the course of the weekend, a co-worker was diagnosed with cancer of the bladder, another co-worker's mother died and a third person from our group is off until Sunday due to a bacterial infection.
On the bright side, I found this morning that a mere 200km south of us, spring is springing. Almost a constant line of arriving busses last night let off people wearing light jackets and sneakers into the windy, -15 degree weather we've had here all weekend. I was having my obligatory 1 cigarette-a-day ration, chuckling to myself at the poor bastards who enjoyed a warm, beer-filled weekend away from here.
I did find some peace and quiet last night. I skipped supper (nothing new, I usually do) and went right to my 8x12' room, made some peppermint tea, turned on Morrowwind and kicked some Dreamer ass. I've been playing this game for 3 months, and still haven't completed the main quest. This is both the perfect game for me, and at the same time, the worst game for me. I like to explore games, find the secrets, fill out the maps and collect the odd weapons and rare goodies. For that, Morrowwind is great. But the world is so big, so complex, I could likely spend the rest of the year playing the game without finishing the main quest. It's entirely too easy to get sidetracked.

I am:
Reading Amazing Spider-Man #275 (Return of the Hobgoblin)
Listening to the busy hum of the photocopier
Thinking about climbing a tree and looking for crocuses
Going blind squinting at my Morrowwind map

posted by September @ 8:52 AM