Tuesday? I never quite got the hang of Tuesdays.

The weather today is supposed to clear up.  Some weird ball of fire is predicted to appear in the sky, and hurt all our trollish eye thingies.

Good.  I NEED to get off my lazy butt and do something.  Even if it's just sweep the porch and hang some targets.

Yeah, I know there's a non-zero chance of seeing the dude in the black cloak, but hasn't that always been the case?