Sat on a bench in the sun under a tree

Yesterday I redrafted the pants pattern for P. The front is good, but I
think the pivot point is off for the back. I didn’t mark a full-hip line
when he tried them on even though I know the waist moved substantially, so
it makes sense I’d need to drop it.

Mirror Dance has a TW for sexual assault, and also for disordered eating.
It’s a bit of an abrupt departure from Brothers in Arms, where they were
obviously of equal intelligence and frontability. It’s difficult to believe
that Mark would have made so many extreme tactical oversights when in
theory he was supposed to have had the same/apparently-same military
training as Miles. The response to trauma and bad field leadership all
feels natural, as does the stunted emotional maturity, but geez. Basic
competence whiplash.

I had the day off, and mostly took things easy. P drove me to the
substitute doctors office for my physical at 2. I should be taking more
calcium, walking to or from work most days, and doing some kind of weighted
exercise. I also need to file living will instructions.

While I was in, P had an Edgewood adventure, finding a coffee place and a
french bakery, and a bunch of one way streets. Not an easy place to get
around, Edgewood.

Home, very early dinner, crossword, Flash, snack, and then it was still
early but Flash was trending more toward body horror than I really prefer,
so I started season three of queer eye. Great show for helping you believe
in the world.

Another snack, went a bit overboard, mild panic attack, sleep.