I found myself playing Skyrim again on the weekend. (I’d blame my daughter whose cross-country-skiing-induced tantrum resulted in a two-hour time-out in her room, and left me on idle-and-frustrated guard duty… but I won’t. Any excuse, really.) I jumped back into my PS3 saved game, which apparently had been sitting ignored for roughly a full year between plays resulting in the observations that (a) I was sorely out of practice and (b) the skills I had nurtured in this particular play-through we deeply dependent on practice and I was essentially left starting from scratch. That’s okay, though… I still love you Skyrim.