Wash your hands

Yesterday I cut out the remaining pieces for a second pair of underwear, and started basting in the crotch liners. I finished Emerald Green. I can’t wholeheartedly recommend the series (CNs for grooming, misogynist world, and suicide, all moderately necessary to the story, but also heaps of fatphobia and misogynist writing, which are not) but it was nevertheless entertaining. We never did see some of the loose ends tied up (where did the [puebabtencuf] come from? Why was there a [frpbaq bar]? What happened to the one [gnxra onpx va gvzr]?) which seems like a lost opportunity. Maybe there are more books in this universe somewhere?

At work I layered in some more oracle annotations on the show-and-tell scenarios, and met with M, M, and F. We went a little bit off the rails, but eventually brought it back around to the actual agenda and next steps for M to take. Home, sat for a bit, dinner, trash, crossword, DS9, snack, sleep.