Hi all, unfortunately I can't run t his week, because it's my wife's birthday.

Hi all, unfortunately I can't run t his week, because it's my wife's birthday. I tried to schedule our festivities for Wednesday, but that didn't work, so we're celebrating on Thursday. We'll be playing next week, barring an unforeseen catastrophe.

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