We used one of our government-provided free test kits last Saturday. This wasn't because we had a specific concern about having caught Covid-19. But we had been to two high-risk events, the Motor City Furry Con and the Sparks concert, and we wanted to get a check before visiting ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bunnyhugger's parents. (And, secondarily, the university where bunnyhugger teaches has decided that for the sake of freedom everyone should get Covid-19.) This was our first use of at-home testing and we were impressed how well-designed it was. Like, that it could be designed so ordinary people could run the test reliably without training.
Anyway we're both negative, a heck of a relief after fifteen minutes of peeking over the cereal box watching to see what lines on the test kit were forming.
With that, though, we went down to spend the day with her parents. This didn't have a specific purpose besides maybe bringing some candies down. We'd gotten a stock of Easter candy from the chocolate maker in town, and since we bought it before Holy Week for once the place was almost empty; there were one or two other people in the whole while. That felt rather better for us.
The climax of the night was taking an attempt at that final chapter in Mice and Mystics. This would be an escort mission, bringing five mouse citizens to safety. They're represented by cute little Mouse Citizen tokens and we don't understand why there's six of those tokens. The Mouse Citizens were in an earlier chapter too, but only four of them. The sixth seems redundant.
Unfortunately, we crashed and burned this time around, as we were positioning ourselves to do a side quest. We were also not precisely sure we were correctly using the rules for how the mouse citizens should move, so, maybe it's best we'll need to take another try at it all. That, we've got a good chance of doing this coming weekend as we come down for Easter. That's the plan at least.
Milling around with the fursuiters some more, here.
Now we're out on the sidewalk outside. I was looking for bunnyhugger but did not see her outside because somehow I'm never able to catch her after the fursuit parade.
Person taking a picture of a group of fursuiters. Also, that one with the 70s game show host jacket on the left there. Never did get that person's deal straight.
There's the Four Dooks of the Apocalypse at work with whatever they're up to. Apocalypse, I guess.
Trivia: An 1851 study in the Lancet of fifty commercially available cocoa powders found ninety percent of them adulterated with substances like starch, animal fat, red and yellow ochres, red lead, vermilion, sulphate of lime, and chalk. Source: Sweets: A History of Temptation, Tim Richardson.
Currently Reading: Night Lights and Pillow Fights Two: The Box Set, Guy Gilchrist. Illustrated silly poems by the guy who ran Nancy before Olivia Jaimes, you know, when the strip was about Aunt Fritzi acknowledging the death of whatever beloved rock/country musician passed away shortly before deadline.
PS: Reading the Comics, April 10, 2022: Quantum Entanglement Edition, as I get back slowly to doing my old bit.
