A möbius flat

Yesterday I had a doozy of a first day of menses, medicated up, canceled on the women in CS award event I was supposed to be on the Q&A panel for, and otherwise stayed in bed watching Universe and working through some mending. I finished pattern darning a sheet and replaced the dead elastic in some really nice charmeuse sleep shorts I’d forgotten I had. Food was difficult until the meds kicked in, and I picked some gentler choices just in case, but everything worked out fine. Crossword after lunch, scrabble after dinner (622, no bingos and a vowel famine), some more Universe then sleep. Dreamt of learning how to be a cat, then wretched but somehow not nightmarish dreams of a pedophile protecting and trying to reform the serial killer who rented his spare room. Not nice but also not scary?

Numberphile did an episode on Florence Nightingale’s rose diagram without mentioning that she’d used it to misrepresent the data. Mad about that.