The kitchen has ants :(

Yesterday I trimmed, turned, and pressed the last sachet, and started
cutting up the circle skirt panels into more handkerchiefs. I started
reading The Curse Of Chalion, the start of a fantasy series by Bujold. It
is... sedate. We’ll see if it grows on me. At work I found two more ways of
matching arguments to taught commands that don’t actually work. I took a
step back and started visualizing the issue in a gnarly stack of HTML
tables, and thought up a few more things to try at various levels of
complexity. P was on campus killing time after meeting with a student, so I
caught up with him in the English main office, and met L, who is excellent.
They were avoiding work by gushing about black holes and spacetime 💛.
Anyway we drove home and then P made kofta while I decompressed, then
dinner, crossword, Flash, snack, sleep.

Epic dreams about getting locked out of the Olin dorms and finding I had no
R2 because some of my more antisocial conservative relatives were on the
terrorist watch list. Not as far-fetched as I might hope.