Dreamt of whales, Italian food, and needle felting

Yesterday I spun some more Romney singles, washed a load of towels, washed
all the soaping equipment, and de-moused the soap racks, including washing
all the curing trays and trimming the nibbles off all the damaged bars of
soap. Took all damn day, with breaks for snacks and posture rest.

P taught a tool maintenance workshop at the teaching garden, which by all
accounts went fabulously.

I discovered that the brand whose red lentil pasta I so enjoy is not
infallible: the edamame pasta in the same line tastes like cardboard. Nice
to reject a food on culinary rather than anxiety reasons for once; it’s
been a while.