Dreamt of straightening antique nails

Yesterday I finished plying the last of the grey Gotland, had lunch with S
and C, wrote some code to automatically summarize AWS resource usage,
watered the garden, and started outlining the second satin-stitch bow on
Gerty’s embroidery project. I have bailed on the book I was reading, Black
Dog Blues by Rhys Ford, for issues with body horror (which is a shame since
I only had an hour left, but it just got to be too much). The treatment of
consent wasn’t that great either, though I suppose much of it was
in-character. I’ve switched over to Borrowing Blue, a gay romance set in a
vineyard. Way easier to handle thus far.