I’m imagining Patrick McGoohan waking up in the afterlife and discovering it’s a small village where he has no idea what’s going on

-6°C today. I walked ~5km in this weather to the gym and back; I hardly needed to work out after that. (No way was I leaving there straight after a shower.) Fin made lunch and it was lovely; not much else happened except that Riordon discovered interactive fiction, and so I received this IM:

riordon: hello
riordon: I love you
riordon: <3
marnanel: <3 I love you too
riordon: can you makeit so i can play on zork

(Zork this way →)