It rained a whole bunch yesterday and now the outdoor arenas back at the barn are just about flooded and iced over. I went out and helped the stable hands move a bunch of the horses out of the pasture and into spare stalls and larger blankets. We had some trouble with several of them who were spooking at the blankets and enjoy pasture life more than a stall, but, thankfully they all got inside without anyone being injured--human or horse.
Last night was a slow crime night in Gotham. Bruce and I wandered around the upper areas for a little while and split up once or twice. Not much was going on. A few simple robberies, we stopped a drug deal and caught an Arkham escapee before he could get very far. At one point I broke away and took the cycle to Steel City, since it's not incredibly far from Gotham, and checked in on Karen and her team. Things seem to be going...alright over there, but, you could almost feel yourself breaking some sort of tension the moment you stepped through the door. It was like walking into really, really thick fog.
I got there and Garth was the first person I ran into. He was trying to fix one of the tables in the kitchen area. We talked for a bit, about going ons in Steel City and Gotham City and other 'business' related stuff about that. I didn't really ask how his Christmas went since he doesn't celebrate it and typically tends to disappear back to Atlantis during this part of the year anyway (he seems to avoid talking about it). I did learn that things have been a bit ...rough as far as their team chemistry is going. Roy and Karen have been at each other's throats and Roy's just been evasive in general from interaction. His attitude just seems to be getting worse with the days.
Much as I wanted to pry for more information (Gar accused me of 'wanting more dirt'), I let it go and headed back to Gotham. It was kind of surprising getting home to Fina, Lune and Tiff in the kitchen. Fina announced they were having a girl's slumber party TONIGHT. Of course.
So, they've been here since late last night (or early this morning, whichever phrasing you prefer) and I can tell Bruce is desperate for Fina to leave. She's been acting pretty testy, too, but part of that is just her genetics...though it's still inexcusable on some levels. Tiff got us to do some 'arts and crafts' earlier and Gar and Lune have been playing on Super Smash Bros: Brawl for the past two hours. I'm sitting here on the couch writing this and it looks like Fina's passed out in one of the chairs and Tiff is playing cheerleader for Lune. Gar's not happy about that.
Anyway. I'm still alive and kicking for the most part. Things are just...slow, dull and there's still a looming sense of depression haunting the household. Maybe it'll back off when spring comes around. I'm praying so.
