Shudder

Yesterday we went to open studio and I trimmed four bowls and threw three
mugs. P glazed some pieces and attempted to trim some mugs but they were
nearly bone-dry. He’s going to fire them anyway to serve as glaze tests.

On the way home we went to Target and exchanged the CO2 canister and got
granola bars, fruit snacks, half and half, and nuts. I reheated half a
baked potato and some lentils for lunch and it was fabulous.

I started sewing the mauve layer of the hem band into the skirt, and
finished Minimum Wage Magic. I started reading Not Your Sidekick and will
probably finish it but don’t really recommend it — it’s nominally written
in present tense, but the author slips up sometimes and the editor didn’t
catch it, which gets confusing. It reads like a plan for a story instead of
the actual story.

Dinner, crossword, Lucifer.

Wretched, terrible dreams about insects, theater for a show that skipped
tech week and went directly to performance, and desperately searching for
food I can eat. No fun at all.