Dreamt, but only remember a camper van

Yesterday I transferred marks on the front, and made a bunch of
measurements in prep to re-draft the pattern so I can get the skew out of
them.

[food,health] I made a baked potato for lunch, which turned out poorly. The
skin was sour, a familiar thing I’ve hated about farmers market potatoes in
the past. The similarity is suspicious. Maybe a solanine thing? Anyway it
made me unsteady all afternoon, at the barely detectable edge of crampy. No
snacks.

At work I filled out a bunch of the parse rules sections of the paper, and
made field arrays work, though not particularly gracefully.

Home, dinner, P put together another table, trash, crossword, Flash, sleep.