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Yesterday I had off for recombobulation. I made correct oatmeal, ate from
correct bowls with correct spoons, it was great. I unpacked and did two
loads of laundry on the line. Read a bunch more Space Opera. I disagree
with the notion that their method of exterminating other species is somehow
less barbaric than ours. Lying to your ostensible prey about the potential
for nonviolent escape is really just playing with your food. Still, if you
liked the milieu/worldbuilding parts of Hitchhikers Guide, you’d like this.

I flung the windows open. I made another batch of rice berry and quinoa.
We watched YouTube over lunch, and did the crossword. I signed and put away
my passport. I filed a mailing from our dental insurance. I ordered two
boxes of the trail mix bar I enjoyed on the plane, that unfortunately has
been discontinued. I paid the invoice from the artist who’s doing my
salamander and sent them a last few details. Paid off the travel charges on
my credit card. Ordered the presser feet and thread recommended by the
shirtmaking book. Looked for white-on-white (easy) and black-on-black
(hard) shirting fabrics at my usual vendors and the ones from the book who
are still in business. For reference: Farmhouse Fabrics has an epic
selection of white dobbies and jacquards, and piles of imported shirtings
in various pastel stripes.

P graded all day, then went to the teaching garden. I did a turn through
the house garden and picked red and green orach, arugula, pea shoots, and
cilantro, which went directly into food.

Dinner, folded the laundry while P cleaned out the fridge and did the
trash, and then it was bedtime. I opted not for snack, then spent two hours
not sleeping, and another two hours not sleeping and hungry, then gave up
and had a snack. Promptly passed out.