And then when I checked Facebook this morning, my sister posted this:
"Kiddos and I were talking about siblings; **** asked if I was the youngest of mine. When I said that I was, he told me that you seemed the youngest, because you give off a "youngish vibe".I have failed in my balance of play, work, and responsibilities this week. There is no sugar for bitter pills, just stuff to do.
Not sure what that means, but it tickled me. Way to keep it youngish, Aunt *****!"
I will miss Azeroth today, very much. But I am hoping that when I came back tomorrow, I'll be better for it. Matty is restless and one mount away from 100, Zep is lacking in some valor points, Lupe is ever diligent. But Ceniza is taken care of, even if there was nothing good for her in LFR or dungeons. And Momo--well, she's a bear of a different color. She dinged 15 and ran into dungeons, restoration head-first. And, what is this? The tank is dying? Like, FAST? Twice she went in and was slapped around by players, and it turns out, deservedly so. She had so much junk gear on she looked like a walking yard sale. Got her a few better pieces, what I could anyway, and she went back and did fine. Swirly leaves! Here are your vitamins! Hug a bunny, you'll feel better! I tucked her in and said, "Sleep well, little Druid, you'll need it."
Thank you to my nephew for thinking I'm "youngish." It's this factor, methinks, that does enable me, paradoxically, to be the grown-up, too. Now to go do grown-up things.