Dreamt of history papers and going-away parties

Yesterday I did the ironing. We went to open studio and I made three larger (2#) bowls/bakers and trimmed three of the bakers from last week. I brought an old protein canister to use as a water & reclaim bucket and it worked great. Home, lunch, crossword, then I was possessed by a small cleaning spirit and vacuumed the sewing room, hall, and bits of the bedroom and nest. I traced off another shirt on the black challis, this time with a double thickness in the yoke. There’s a yard of challis left; I can probably get another shirt out of it if I use a contrasting yoke. I do still have all that dupioni I got for yokes a couple years ago.

Nearly finished with Talking to Dragons.

Dinner, Legends, snack, sleep.

G update: search as they might, they could find no mass anywhere. I would think it was a smudge on the earlier image if it hadn’t shown up on multiple scans from multiple hospitals. Whatever it was, it’s not there any more. He’s homefree, though the next few times he has GI symptoms like that they want to see him for a scan to be sure.