One year ago today, Dad fell and broke his hip. That was the beginning of the end. Two and a half months later, we lost him.
It's strange. I feel simultaneously like it just happened yesterday and very, very detached from the entire experience.
I went ahead and submitted my games for OwlCon. It's too late to change my mind now, I guess I'd better come up with some plots to go with the premises.
(This is how I always do this, so I'm not actually worried about it. I typically can't come up with a decent plotline until I commit to run something.)
The games in question are "Marvel Team Up - The Funktastic 70s Special" for Marvel Super-Heroes, and "Heroes of the New Wave - Nobody Walks In LA" for Feng Shui. Well, sort of for Feng Shui. I'll have to come up with a new cast of heroes for it. There also must be a pipe-wrench fight.