Incremental progress in the Matrix game (collaborative, distributive, etc.):
October: / * Sat 4 Harvest Dinner, Redland Game Club
(evil Ceredwyn reminds me of the line: "whole harvests were lost")
And McConnell's in a bad headspace, between memories of another conspiracy? paranormal buff, and a return to same:
I've learned that living a lie can be quite difficult. One lie leads to another and that to yet another. Before you know it, you are left choking in the very web you wove. That's how it was with us, the secret meetings, the cryptic phone calls, the emails that said volumes by saying nothing at all. We were choking ourselves, we were choking each other. One day we just let go. We went our own ways. It wasn't our choice but it was the only way. I just never heard from him again and it was done. As the emotion faded, the situation became clear. It was the only way and I see that now. Yet suddenly it's back. I wonder, am I the spider making the web or am I the bug trapped in it.
Her work and hobby-research are also getting bleak, intense.