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Yesterday I did something unmemorable with my morning. We did the crossword then I think? After lunch we went to geagle and got carrots, red peppers, sweet potato, almond butter, soup, Cheerios, sanding sugar, baking powder, ap flour, frozen green beans, eggs, half and half, and mozzarella. I put a load and a half of laundry through the machines, then started tidying the sewing room. I packed up the final pattern for the couch cushions, moved the jumble of stuff that tends to accumulate on the cutting table to the tray of the sewing box I got a couple years ago, then got possessed by a cleaning spirit that ended with moving furniture and vacuuming the sewing room and the bedroom and second floor landing. In the process I finished To Say Nothing Of The Dog, which wrapped up nicely. It’s not clear the author agrees with my headcanon, but that’s fine.

Dinner, Voyager, snack, sleep. Dreamt of a vastly different CMU campus, where an ML group had built an enormous robotic pig. I discovered a gymnasium and engaged a couple of random coworkers in a weird game of catch with props. A sketch journal about my efforts to re-learn handstands. Accidentally stole handwritten notes from a colleague. A topographic art installation. Being late for something in the woods.