Drifting back toward turmeric

Yesterday I slept in, and didn’t make it downstairs until after 8. Dunno
why I’ve been needing more sleep lately.

I sewed another quarter of the waistband. I finished Ethan and started
Borders of Infinity, a collection of novellas sprinkled between Warrior
Apprentice and Brothers in Arms, which would otherwise be the next book in
the series. Mountains of Mourning is the first, and nominally passes with a
short exchange between Cordelia and the main female character... though
other female encounters are very thin on the ground, even in the village.
No female friends? No daughters? No midwife or anything? Really? Not even
helping with the emotional labor of mourning? Just the one wife of the
speaker. Extremely dubious.

P drove us in so he could be set up for their live user tests today and
then be able to drop off the car at the shop (the brakes are getting antsy).

At work I finished a bundle of use case tests, fixed some whitespace issues
in the paper, checked in with IT about the server work, and wrote up my
progress for my boss.

Home, dinner, crossword (fun trick; took us ages to get it), Flash, snack,
sleep. Dreamt I was on vacation but also somehow applying to work at a
bank? With very strange promo events.