AC mode activated

Yesterday I finished a row of single crochet on a sample with the smaller hook, and wet-blocked it with a couple of pins. At work I set up a logfile to blast debug messages so I could figure out why a deleted object was sticking around, which worked. I had a therapy appointment, which helped me re-center. I’d meant to stop by the Indian grocery store on the way back for curry leaves, but forgot. It’s hot. P made pita for dinner, then we went to the Braddock pottery to pick up the soda fire pieces. Mostly successful! Lost a mug to some glaze drips from a shelf above, and there’s some grinding to do on most pieces, but otherwise great. I’m especially pleased that the over-bisqued bowl turned out so well. Good to know that even if a piece can’t be glazed, there’s a way to get a durable glossy finish. Pics later today when I can get some natural light.

Home, snack, crossword, sleep.

Rebel Belle is becoming a cautionary tale of what happens when people don’t talk to each other. Also, there’s a third option between “of course I’m telling you everything!” and actually telling them everything; it’s “I’m struggling with some stuff and I’m not ready to talk about it yet. If you’re willing to be patient with me though, I’d be grateful because I really appreciate our friendship and I’m scared of going through this alone.” But that’s probably an issue with being both seventeen and living in Alabama?