Between the two of us, shit of some kind has happened to Vickie and I over the past few months. I can’t really go into specifics on some of the kinds of shit that have happened, but it’s either been work-related, car-related, health-related or property-related, and it just doesn’t seem to have stopped.

I know Vickie and I aren’t the only ones going through this. Just a few posts ago, I mentioned a “general malaise” going around. The Lexicon of the Whisperers At War is a good example. We started off pretty strongly, but at the halfway mark, we’re two players down because of some nasty shit happening to them, and two of the remaining four (yes, I mean Vickie and I) are having trouble mustering the brainpower to nut out new entries. This after I wrote last week about how the Lexicon was getting over the halfway hump, and how things should go okay from here.

Turn Q-R was supposed to end yesterday, and I was planning to do my entry last night – then during the day, shit happened, the kind of broad, far-reaching shit you don’t feel as though you have any control over, and when I got home, I really didn’t feel like sitting in front of a PC monitor. Really, really didn’t. Was sick of it. And I know Vickie's felt that way a few times recently.

At the moment, it’s looking like the only players who are going to contribute regularly to the Lexicon are Dan and Sim, and even Dan’s going to hit difficulties when he goes overseas in a week or two. Vickie and I are just getting bigger and bigger headaches right now.

Look, I’m pretty philosophical when it comes to shit happening. I figure life piles shit on you so you can grow bigger shoulders to shovel through it. It’s a cyclical thing; the bigger your shoulders get, the more of a load you can handle, so life piles on a bigger load so your shoulders can get bigger. In theory, you’re better for it. But sometimes, if only for six months or so, I just wish life would cut us a break. Just a little.