I was winding down last night, thinking that it was time to catch up on the sleep I’d been missing lately, when at ten o’clock my son called from his brother’s place. He did not exactly apologize for procrastinating, but he did admit to it as he asked whether I could pick him up and bring him home. I burned a CD of whatever songs I’d finished of our Collision repertoire (since I handed the last two such CDs to Baxter and Brittany at the last rehearsal, and I’d finished more songs since then, and since this particular son advises me on our music), and within the hour I was on my way.

I had to get something of an early start today, because I was too tired last night to get organized for today’s meeting–not to mention that there was supposed to be a special game today. I film student in New York had contacted me, hoping to get footage of a group of role playing gamers in play for a documentary, and we had agreed to be those gamers. We were keeping this quiet, mostly because we needed to limit the number of people present and more importantly avoid onlookers.

As it happens, the film crew never arrived. Our communication has been via e-mail, so I didn’t have a phone number, but after waiting for an hour after our director’s meeting, we agreed to give up, return to our lives, and send a message asking what happened. We’re going to see whether he wants to reschedule and catch a game at another time, probably another location. We’d like to do this, but aren’t sure exactly what went wrong.

Perhaps I will catch up on the sleep tonight. On the other hand, it is someone’s birthday today, and I should be working on that, too.

–M. J. Young