I feel bloated and ready to burst, which means it must be a Wednesday night.
It’s so hard to resist the cheese and cider before dinner. Then it’s so hard to resist the Crust Pizza for dinner. I ate so much that there isn’t even room to think of dessert right now.
I had a great game of Ticket To Ride tonight; the losing score was a healthy 120-something, I won with 3 points shy of 200. It’s definitely my personal best. And then I got over-confident for Carcassonne; I thought I had Ken trumped with my farming, but the significance of a few of his final moves had escaped me. I should have paid more attention, but I’m blaming his strategic “cooking” for my loss.
Wednesdays are definitely a great way to forget everything that is weighing on my mind in the middle of the week. Sadly I bet my mind will be mulling again by the time it hits the pillow. Soon now. Because I’m very tired, and I doubt I’ll get enough sleep yet.