the weirdest gaudete

Yesterday I was possessed by several small cleaning spirits, and tidied the dining room table, the papers stuck to the fridge, and the third floor bathroom. P walked to Pigeon for a bagel, we ate lunch together, did the crossword, then he came down with an illness-foreboding headache and spent much of the afternoon in bed. I folded laundry, then started sewing the long piped seam on one of the chair seats. Gideon the Ninth continues excellent and I want to spend more time with these characters. Called mom to catch up on the holidays. Dinner, Voyager, snack, sleep. Epic dreams that Olin was founded in collaboration with a colony of dwarves living in Parcel B, had fallen out with them over a period of decades, and it was up to a small party of us to restore the relationship.