So, instead, I decided to get my bored housewife act on, and I followed a YouTube workout video at home. It was only half an hour, which is a fraction of what I usually train (martial arts for me on Mondays is usually an hour, more if there's space and time, two hours on my actual training days, and four hours when I'm teaching... so, like... between nine and ten hours a week), but it was far better than nothing, thank you very much. I'm impressed with it this morning, as my thighs are actually a little sore.
Following my half hour housewife role play (it's the closest to a housewife I'll ever get), I fired up my Playstation and started replaying The Last of Us. Apparently this pandemic had me yearning for the aftermath of a zombie plague? And also heartbreak? Yes, I cried. Again.
But also, after finishing the first chapter (up until Tess' leaves the group), I headed up to bed feeling so much better than when I started. I don't understand the psychology behind why killing infected folks while an actual pandemic is going on was so therapeutic, but it was. I felt so much better, despite the heartbreaking nature of the story. Maybe part of it is returning to something I know I love deeply.
For the record, Joel can get it, and I'd die for Ellie.
Damn, this is a fantastic game with a fantastic story, and I'm so excited that Neil Druckmann is working with HBO on the television series so I can finally share this story with my dad (who does not game). I think he'll absolutely love it.
I'll play more tonight, I think. It's sooooo good.
I am, alas, still having to come into work, from where I'm writing this. I do want to shout out to OC Transpo who haven't stopped their service for folks like myself who have to come to work or forfeit their much-needed pay, but also, taking steps to keep their drivers safe. Backdoor boarding, and well as caution tape giving the drivers six feet of space so they're less likely to get unwell, are two of the most obvious things I noticed.
That's good of them.
I got no writing done yesterday. I'm not sure I'll get any done today. Plenty of daydreaming, though. That counts for something, right?
Okay, I should let all you go to do whatever it is you have planned today; provided that what you have planned in inside, at home, away from everyone else.