Open curiosity

Yesterday I wrote one Extremely Direct and one more standard chatty letter to J, and finished off the edges of the bulk bin bags with woven cotton tape. I’ve been reading a newish collection of short stories by Jane Yolen called The Emerald Circus, and they are lovely so far.

Work was more grinding through the unit test mines.

Home, dinner; P got home from his slightly late schedule and we did the trash; crossword, Repair Shop, snack, sleep. Dreamt of post-apocalyptic gene therapy child soldiers. Pretty grim.