Dreamt of old-fashioned factory dorms

Yesterday I double checked the armscye measurement, transferred the new
dart to the test fabric, and sewed and pressed it. I finally ran out of
podcasts, and started The Raven Tower, Ann Leckie’s latest. The
second-person past framing is difficult for me, and I may have to reread it
once I’m through before I get a handle on wtf is actually going on. At work
I maybe blew a tone choice asking helpdesk about how to figure out whether
someone’s Kerberos account is disabled? I got back a weird response so I
dunno. I went to therapy and delivered a pile of arugula; she was
delighted. It’s basically summer so I’m doing fantastic mentally, but
having help contextualize and process challenges other people in my life
are facing has been phenomenal. Everyone should go to therapy; therapists
should be well-paid so that there are plenty of them about and folks can
shop around to find a good fit; we as a community should subsidize it so
it’s affordable for everyone.

I spent the rest of the afternoon on a thing to add disambiguation details
to apparent duplicates in the web interface.

Home, sat with P for a bit, crossword, dinner, finished She-Ra, saw a new
season of Flash is up, started it. Snack, sleep... eventually; the storm
was far enough away that we didn’t get thunder in the face, but the nearly
constant lightning was a bit much until the rain started. Then I was out
like a light.