So I was planning the first session of my campaign. Almost got a date set, suddenly players say that they can't make it because someone else thinks their stuff has priority (this is within the roleplay association) and those people say that I have to plan for another date. WHEN I WAS FIRST!
Oh, and somehow, I got the worst people to plan for, so this feels even worse than normal.
That feeling of: well, finally, and then someone grabs a slabhammer and breaks it in thousands of pieces.
The sinking feeling when you realize your grandmother probably isn't long for this world, and the frustration when you know that this pandemic will take her away...not because she has Covid, but because no doctor is willing to see a patient to even run simple diagnostics anymore if one of her symptoms happens to be a recurring fever, even if her primary care physician gives her the test and it comes back negative.