My Precious.

I think I may be turning into Tolkien's Gollum.  No, not in appearance, I'm not that bad yet.  It would be appreciated if unsolicited comments from the cheap seats regarding any likeness to the post-Ring Sméagol were kept to a minimum  My Precious isn't one of those 20 magic rings of power.

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."

J.R.R. Tolkien

My Precious is much more valuable.  I'm becoming ever more defensive and protective of my Precious, precious introvert's energy.  Age, lack of sunlight, weather, holidays, and depression issues may be contributing to my hoarding.  It's mine, mine all mine...My Precious...You can't have it, its all mine.  I may very well bite the hand that tries to take it,  you really didn't need that finger, did you Frodo?

No Serenity game again last week, I'm assuming the group got back on the original schedule.  Two of us alternate with the Gm'ing.  Since I'm not currently playing a character I didn't participate.  Should be mostly fully charged up for a Sunday game though.

As always, thanks for sticking around.

See you tomorrow.