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pedanther. I was cleaning out unused apps on my phone, came across Duolingo which I hadn't opened in months, and decided on a whim to have another crack at brushing up my German. The lessons I've been revising this week have included Food, Animals, and Plurals, so I've been learning quite about the dietary habits of bears. I have learned that the bear drinks the beer (das Bär trinkt das Bier) and that the bears eat the strawberries (die Bären fressen die Erdbeeren). It's not an all-alliteration diet, though; the bears also eat the fish (die Bären fressen die Fische -- on second thought, maybe that's just a different kind of alliteration). Or perhaps it's just these particular bears, who I was informed in the most recent lesson are called Hans and Karl (die Bären heißen Hans und Karl).
. Our roleplaying campaign continues. I'm playing the fighter class character of the group, and my ancestry/class backstory meant I started out with heavy armour, so my role in the group has come to include going out ahead in any fight and making a nuisance of myself so that our opponents will waste time trying to land a hit on me while the rest of the team picks them off from a safe distance. (Not that I am not also doing my bit to pick them off, especially since I learned the feat called Riposte, which gives me a reaction attack against an attacker who fails to penetrate my armour.) In the various times we've used this strategy, I have had occasion to be thankful that my character's ancestry also bequeathed resistance against poison and immunity to suffocation. It's almost a running joke at this point that every time the team has encountered a monster with a suffocating attack or a cloud of choking dust or a creature surrounded wherever it goes by a noxious vapour, the person who's taken the brunt of it has been the guy who doesn't breathe.
. In this part of the world, the coronavirus situation has receded to the point that things involving groups of people are happening again. The brass band has resumed rehearsals, although a bit aimlessly because until the last week or so all the places the band usually plays were still closed. The Rep Club is having a variety performance this weekend to mark being able to have live shows with audiences again (although the remaining social distancing restrictions do mean that the theatre will be at half capacity). The gaming group has also started meeting again this month, although there were a lot fewer people there than usual while I was there. I played Half Truth with a group of people; both the players and the group of kibitzers we accumulated agreed that it was a good and fun game, but I don't think I'll get anyone to play against me again in a hurry.
. I don't seem to have reacquired the interest in watching theatrical streams after all. I think part of it is that watching a theatre performance this way lacks the shared social aspect; there's nobody else with me while I'm watching, and nobody I know who I can discuss the performance with afterward.
. I've now been working from home for several months. I'm still dressing in work clothes on work days, but not always before I actually start work: somewhere along the line I decided it was okay, if I was still in my pyjamas at work o'clock, to check my email and deal with anything urgent before I went and got dressed, and that's extended to the point that sometimes I'm still not dressed at lunchtime. So far I'm holding the line at being dressed for lunch, although once or twice lunch has happened quite late as a consequence.
. Our roleplaying campaign continues. I'm playing the fighter class character of the group, and my ancestry/class backstory meant I started out with heavy armour, so my role in the group has come to include going out ahead in any fight and making a nuisance of myself so that our opponents will waste time trying to land a hit on me while the rest of the team picks them off from a safe distance. (Not that I am not also doing my bit to pick them off, especially since I learned the feat called Riposte, which gives me a reaction attack against an attacker who fails to penetrate my armour.) In the various times we've used this strategy, I have had occasion to be thankful that my character's ancestry also bequeathed resistance against poison and immunity to suffocation. It's almost a running joke at this point that every time the team has encountered a monster with a suffocating attack or a cloud of choking dust or a creature surrounded wherever it goes by a noxious vapour, the person who's taken the brunt of it has been the guy who doesn't breathe.
. In this part of the world, the coronavirus situation has receded to the point that things involving groups of people are happening again. The brass band has resumed rehearsals, although a bit aimlessly because until the last week or so all the places the band usually plays were still closed. The Rep Club is having a variety performance this weekend to mark being able to have live shows with audiences again (although the remaining social distancing restrictions do mean that the theatre will be at half capacity). The gaming group has also started meeting again this month, although there were a lot fewer people there than usual while I was there. I played Half Truth with a group of people; both the players and the group of kibitzers we accumulated agreed that it was a good and fun game, but I don't think I'll get anyone to play against me again in a hurry.
. I don't seem to have reacquired the interest in watching theatrical streams after all. I think part of it is that watching a theatre performance this way lacks the shared social aspect; there's nobody else with me while I'm watching, and nobody I know who I can discuss the performance with afterward.
. I've now been working from home for several months. I'm still dressing in work clothes on work days, but not always before I actually start work: somewhere along the line I decided it was okay, if I was still in my pyjamas at work o'clock, to check my email and deal with anything urgent before I went and got dressed, and that's extended to the point that sometimes I'm still not dressed at lunchtime. So far I'm holding the line at being dressed for lunch, although once or twice lunch has happened quite late as a consequence.
