Dreamt of fractured multiverses

Yesterday I properly walked all the seams on the chair back pattern and made several adjustments. Still a couple more to do.

Lots of adulting. I arranged for a custom purse by an Etsy seller in earthy red tapestry fabric and brown leather. It’s my birthday present to myself; arrival before end of semester. I noticed my Zoloft was getting low, and apparently had run out of auto renews. Renewed that, but I had planned on switching to winter dosage at Halloween anyhow so scheduled a doctors appointment for Friday. Requested the whole day as PTO because fuck winter that’s why. Saturday will be rainy from 10-noon but I should really try the tai chi class in sqhill anyway. I am hunkering too much and starting to get exec dysfunction issues.

At work I went to a meeting with B, T, and F to plan Thursday’s call. It was surprisingly pleasant; I think most of B’s anxiety was not knowing what to expect and preferring overpreparing to under. T will show a demo video, F and I will give verbal updates of the student work and backend support finished over the summer, it’ll be good. I spent the rest of the afternoon writing up some light poking at the Enron dataset I did for M, and splitting off the in-depth but outdated LIA walkthrough from the more typical readme material.

Home on the shuttle with an exhausted P; Mondays have three classes for him and really wear him out. Dinner, some research into spice grinders, crossword, Elementary, sleep. More fragile after meals than usual; pretty sure it’s just the darkness.