An early run to the airport this morning: Liza is bound for Atlanta and will be back later in the week. The house is quieter without her in it, a quiet that takes a day or so to settle into something useful. The rest of the day I gave to Baldur’s Gate 3, and I am close to the end of the third act now, with more hours in it than I would care to tally. There is a particular feeling in finishing a story you have lived inside for this long. The map narrows, the party draws close, and the door is plainly in sight. I expect I will be reluctant to walk through it.