Good news: I am mobile! As in, walking! As in, HURRAH!
And being that I’ve spent the last three weeks cooped up in the house with nowhere to go and nothing to do (unless it involves the world of Azeroth), I spent most of the weekend jumping for joy on my not-entirely-healed-but-getting-there foot.
Saturday: “We needa go here! And there! And here! And over there! And oh, look! Shopping! Movies! Shopping! Assembling furniture! Rearranging furniture! Cleaning! There here there here there here WEEHEEEEEEEE.”
Sunday: “Owwwwww, why does my foot hurt so much?”
Very surprised the S.O. didn’t shoot me full of tranquilizers, or better yet, break my other foot. But no, being the wonderful S.O. that he is, he mostly just tried to keep up with me in his quiet, humble way.
In any case, it was a good weekend, full of movement. And walking. And did I mention the walking? Grand.
In other exciting news, we’re getting a dishwasher. One of those portable/convertible ones, on wheels. This is particularly exciting because currently the only portable dishwasher in the house is yours truly (and I haven’t exactly been portable for the last few weeks!). So, I’m being replaced by a GE Nautilus on Thursday, and we are purposely letting the dishes pile up in the sink until then, because what fun is a new dishwasher if you don’t have dirty dishes to wash? That’s what I’m telling myself, anyhow.
And finally, it wouldn’t truly be an update unless I talked about WoW, would it?
My guild made its first attempt on Hakkar a week or so ago, and we killed him on the second try. This was a particularly big accomplishment for us, since we’ve been running Zul’Gurub for over a year now – we can finally say we’ve cleared it. Our recent success had us acting all, “C’mon Blizzard! Why dontcha throw something hard our way for once, eh? BRING IT!”
And then, there was Ragnaros. Back to the drawing board, guild!
Meanwhile, Cyspar ventured into Dire Maul last night with a group of familiar faces: Mom’s mage, Dad’s priest, the S.O.’s druid, a guild tank and myself. The family that plays WoW together dies mercilessly together… many, many times. Our objective: To attempt Cyspar’s epic Dreadsteed quest.
Much glass chewing ensued, mostly because I’d forgotten how hard it is to run 5-man instances when you’re not outfitted in epics. Situations that would be a piece of cake for Sheara are near-deadly for Cyspar. It doesn’t help that I’m still not used to playing a DPS class instead of a healer – I spent most of the run watching health bars go up and down, and panicking when the tank dropped below 20%. “Oh crap! Gotta heal him! Bandage, bandage, banda… oh, wait, we have a priest. And a druid. Right. Throw a freakin’ shadow bolt now and again, won’t you?”
In the end, we succeeded… barely. We survived the summoning ritual – waves upon waves of imps and big ugly demons – and defeated the dreadsteed itself, but died at the stinky feet of his ugly demon companion. The entire thing had me shrieking obscenities at my laptop while the S.O. looked on in something that came precariously close to amusement (but he knows better than to admit it). Thankfully we were able to run back as a group and defeat the big guy, and now Cyspar has a flaming, pointy, demon-horsey. Rawr!