Dana Severance

My sister and her daughter spent Christmas and the eve before at my house. While I was prepared with packages wrapped, ribbons tied, and bows applied, my sister waited until the very last moment to wrap her presents. A side effect of this was my banishment from the living room for a good two hours.

Since the resident board gamer is in town, I’m getting exposed to all sorts of new games. This last one was Witch of Salem. Like anything good in the Cthulhu mythos, your choices are die terribly or go insane. Winning is not generally an option. That’s what makes it fun, right?

Recently, I got to play a board game named Endeavor. It is built for three to five players with an hour and a half to two hours to spare. There are more pieces in the box than I’m comfortable with.

I’m a very vocal atheist. I disagree with most of what religion has to offer and what it tries to browbeat into people. The sad thing is, in my search for truth and science, I’ve managed to steamroll over one of the best things religion has to offer: traditions.

I’ve been under a lot of stress lately. I’ve been weary with nearly everything. My new job, thankfully, has become a last bastion of normalcy and sanity in a chaotic period. While this helps illustrate how awesome my job is, measures must be taken to ensure sanity. Enter stress relief.