I turn 44 last week and everything goes from crazy to sheer pandemonium. Wild schedules, work turnover, and parents getting life-saving surgeries.
I won't even mention my wife's fanatical zeal with the Stanley Cup playoffs. She's beginning to throw things (and she's NOT a Flyers fan).
Add all of that to the local role-playing convention where I ran twelve hours of the *ahem* My Little Pony RPG to throngs of children, I'm surprised I got the following finished.
My mook army for the arch-rival for my kid's pulp game is complete thanks to some Old Glory Spanish-American War US Skirmishers. link
I can't get work around the house done, but I can assemble one lickety-split. link
And I have a new place to store my brushes, thanks to hockey and imitation beer. link