Interesting fact: when tired, my brain processes the name Selune as saloon. At least, when said with a Welsh accent.

Husband kissed me on the way to the bathroom, said something.

My brain: What the fuck is a saloon blessing?

A few moments later:

My brain: Oh, wait, no. He's in Act 2 of Baldur's Gate again. That's SELUNE'S Blessing.

Look. Staying up until 3 am two nights in a row when your alarm is set for 9 hasn't been my best plan lately...

And husband's family were here today, too. So the joy of keeping up with an 8 year old.

Oof.