Sunday afternoons are perfect for geocaching. Today, my dad and I hiked through a spider-infested forest and then through a mosquito-infested field and into a bee-infested forest to find a cache that was mostly filled with business cards. I signed the log book while my dad rummaged through the junk and found a tiny toy triceratops worth rescuing. (We left behind a Hot Wheels car, so the melting plastic giraffe wouldn't get lonely.)

It's a new adventure every time we head out, and that is hands-down my second-favorite part. I love that we find new parks, new trails, new waterfalls, and new birds and flowers and insects and trees. My heart still skips a beat when I think about the great blue heron that nearly collided with my face on its way out of the river we were crossing. Majestic and thoroughly terrifying. (We also see a lot of bunnies and deer and other critters fit to befriend a Disney princess, so it's not all scary.)

The absolute best part, though, is that I get to go with my dad. I know that sounds monumentally sappy, but the truth is that he and I are both workaholics and hermits. It takes a lot to tear us away from our laptops, even for the sake of family and friends, so this ritual of going outside to walk around in nature and make up silly stories and talk about books—it's near and dear to my heart, and I hope we get to keep doing this for a really long time.

Adam and I played through a few hours of Mass Effect 3 today, which is one of those video games that, in the midst of action-packed quests and a wonderful storyline, presents you with a number of choices and then forces you to deal with the consequences. Some of the decisions are easy (yes, I will help you with the quest to save your lost son), but many are less obvious (the mother wants to kill the daughter, and the daughter is a serial killer, so . . . coin toss?). I've chosen to build a character who is rather heartless but loyal to her crew and committed to justice. It's been an interesting role-playing experience, since I occasionally have to set aside my own morals for the sake of making a consistent and strong character. But honestly, my only regret in the entire trilogy is choosing to put up with my in-game boyfriend after he yelled at me for being dead for a while.

Captain's log, day two. Woke up to the sound of my own crying as I came to realize just how dreadfully old I am now. Fell out of bed and broke every bone in my crippled body. Disintegrated within seconds. This blog post is coming to you from heaven, and yes, the Wi-Fi is fantastic here.

"Do you feel older?" was the greeting I received this morning when I made it to the office—not dead, not even a little bit disintegrated. It was followed by many more such inquiries throughout the day because my coworkers are very loving and very excitable and very lacking in things worthy of that love and excitement. Thus, I find myself in need of a diversion. (#Legolas)

Normally, I would just poach an interesting topic from my Twitter feed and find a creative way to make it safe to discuss in a church office environment, but my Twitter feed has been nothing but dead celebrities and Markdown madness this week. I didn't anticipate the Internet letting me down, so I suppose it's convenient that I watched Lucky Number Slevin last night—the ultimate diversion handbook, starring Josh Hartnett and a towel and some really fantastic wallpaper. (No really, you know the wallpaper in a movie is truly stunning when it can draw your attention away from Josh Hartnett. I save at least one swoon for the wallpaper every time I watch the movie.)

Anyway, I guess I need to scrounge up some weapons, a love interest, and Bruce Willis before the weekend is over, so people will stop reminding me of my own mortality.