Dreamt of being in a play with too few rehearsals

Yesterday I sorted through the fabric stash and found two plaid flannels,
which was a pleasant surprise since I thought I’d only bought one whenever
that was years ago. I trued the ends of both and sewed them together for
washing. Finished Plastic Magician, and recommend it even if you don’t read
the previous books — it works great as a standalone exploration of what
academia (plus sabotage drama) looks like with an interesting magic system.
I started The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland, but the reader is not a
good voice actor. The words are good, but even the best words drone if it
sounds like you’re reading them off a page. Podcasts for a bit.

I WFH to avoid dealing with the snow, and got through the last setup bug
before starting in on the historical unit tests proper. Wrote up a progress
report for T. I had a session with R and scheduled a practice talk for
Monday’s thing. I’m probably in the spot that should be familiar by now, of
not quite believing I know what I’m talking about, because surely the state
of the art is better and sturdier than the feels-like-it’s-made-up stuff in
my head, only to find out (again and again) that no, remember? everything
is made up. It might be *carefully* made up, but it’s made up. Having made
something up doesn’t inherently make it inferior. You just try your best to
be careful and listen when people find stuff you missed. So. Getting over
that again.

Dinner went better, trash, crossword, Heart, snack, sleep.