We bought a Cheapass Game called Enemy Chocolatiers this summer but played it for the first time last night. The theme: you are working in [Willy Wonka's] chocolate factory but secretly you yearn to take over the town with your own candy making talent. You purchase houses that produce money or points, but are also coded by kind: sugar, nuts, chocolate, love. Either try to collect houses with the right combination of sugar, nuts, chocolate and love to create your secret recipe or gobble up segments of houses that produce points to get to 20 points for a win.
Last night we played twice and I didn’t win either time (for all of you who claim that I always win board games). But it was fun and I want to play again so I can figure out a good strategy. So if somebody wants to build a chocolate empire, come play.
Yes, boys and girls, I’m going to sleep in past 6:30 tomorrow morning, and the most work I plan to do is fill the car up with gas. Maybe I can even get the spouse to do all the driving to visit Burtmiah and wife and baby. If anyone is up for games next week, I’m free?all day long. W00t!
This morning, I was awakened at 5:30. This is far too early to be awake on a Sabbath morning. Nevertheless, I was awake. Since then, I have read a book, cuddled with the cat for several hours; surfed all my Web sites including all the interestin NYTimes Select articles for the day, checked out all the links from this blog, read the entire charity list at Give.org, written a first draft of my Christmas list based on previously mentioned blog and charity list, mostly balanced a checking account (lightning did not strike me but the spouse might, figuratively speaking of course, since I griped at him about only being able to mostly balance it when he actually did a fairly decent job of entering receipts), made and eaten blueberry oatmeal (not the packet stuff but real oatmeal with real frozen blueberries that I picked myself), showered, watered all my plants, procrastinated over filling out my ballot, and re-edited this list multiple times trying to decide whether to use semicolons between my very long clauses. I can’t decide whether I’m grumpy or just bored. Very soon I shall have to found an empire and attempt to make a civilization to stand the test of time.