No I’ve never danced in SF

Yesterday I ironed the wrinkles out of the hems of the flannel shirts that went through the dryer. Emerald Green has resolved one of the dangling threads from book one, but there’s at least two others left to go. At work I wrote up some potential student projects, then started sketching out ideal inferences for the show-and-tell scenarios I wrote on Monday. No lab meeting this week so it was home on the shuttle with P, then crossword and decompressed with him before sending him back to campus for evening class. Dinner, DS9, snack, sleep. Dreamt of a weird high school fair with a costume contest, themed cake parade, laundry stain-busting demos, and a swing dance. Woke with truly wretched cramps; should have taken an aleeve last night.