We lost him once

Yesterday for work I finished reformatting the scenario annotations. I still need to add about half the symbolic expressions but I should be in good shape for my meeting with T this afternoon. Google Docs not being enough of a real publishing app to let you have multiple body styles is a real pain.

I watched a video about the White motor grease cups, and it’s likely I will need to replace the wicks. They are difficult to find; McMaster-Carr seems to be the only place that sells the smaller size I’ll need. Welp.

I also figured out what size bulb to use to replace the light; the Singers seem to use E12 but I’m glad I checked because this one’s E17. I now have a wicked bright LED bulb sitting in my eBay cart.

I finished cleaning the needle and presser bar assembly. Next is the presser foot.

Dinner, trash, crossword, DS9, snack, surprise reflux flare, sleep. Dreamt of leading an enormous invisible prophetic ox? yak? docile and cow-shaped but with tight curly ram horns — around a huge sortof commune/arts compound. Fields of bush beans being planted, a kitchen garden in full swing, a rambling set of rooms for ceramics, a clothing lost and found, a baseball field, an arts fair with vendor booths.