dirty black summer

I'm in the quaintest of all summer home villages one could imagine, more specifically at Maragor's family cottage in the south of Sweden. we're lazing the days away, bathing, guessing crossword puzzles, singing, reading, going for small treks in the countryside with our rented car, and drinking quite a lot.

Callie and Maragor saw my old passport mugshot and decided I ought to get my hair bleached again. so they, feeling bored enough, presumably, have just now gotten me back to the old Raistlin look.

speaking of which, I checked in at the Tradition games store in Gothenburg to pick up the new DLCS, but no luck - apparently it won't get shipped to Europe for another month or so. argh. =\

but life is so generous to me right now anyway, it's hard to keep a grudge to it just for this delayed pleasure. I'm still in love with it.