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Yesterday I went to the farmers market and got Bulgarian pastries, a kobocha squash, apples (rubinettes and autumn crisp), pears, mushrooms, salad mix, carrots, parsley, and butternut squash. I roasted the butternut; the kobocha will wait for a dry run of thanksgiving. After lunch we did the crossword, and then I fell down a couple of internet rabbit holes and made a mask blank (no ear straps yet) that doesn’t squash my nose. Rejoice! I did however neglect to use prewashed fabric, so it will shrink up too small once it goes through the laundry. Ehn, prototypes.

Watched an episode of October Faction and continued hemming. Dinner, more hemming, snack, sleep. Dreamt of alumni events in pandemic-land, word games with too many blank tiles, impassioned speeches, furious social justice, lockers, model flying machines.

Started reading Brightly Burning by Mercedes Lackey and it is a wonderful familiar escape. I don’t think I read this one in particular when I went on a Companions kick years ago but the structures are all the same and quite comforting.