Something is eating the derivation I want

Yesterday I finished a bobbin of blue and green Romney, fixed and then
thoroughly broke the parser again, and read a bunch more Akata Witch.

After work we went to Legume for dinner with A, which was delightful— they
did me a modified vegan plate with beans, roast turnips, and escarole. A
had swordfish with a chard broth instead of tomato, and P had monkfish just
as it came. I had a taste of A’s gingerbread with poached pears for
dessert, and it was likewise fabulous. Good to have another place I can go!
A is in good shape too, with most of the struggles on the logistical end of
things rather than on the convincing/arguing ends, which, if you have to
have problems, is the preferable way to arrange them. Good conversations
and stories were had by all.

Mom called while we were out, and we got back far too late to call her back
with any brain cells to spare, so I’m going to try and write to her today.