Yesterday I did a tiny bit of ironing, cut a patch to fix P’s shorts, and started sewing it in. I finished A Case Of Possession and started reading Flight Of Magpies. We did the crossword after lunch, and scrabble after dinner (613, 1 bingo). I finished The Queen’s Gambit. The final episode was a work of art, and the rest of the series is built to support it. I’m not super amused that a story largely about women struggling with isolation was written, produced, and designed entirely by dudes. If you can envision a world in which men in professional chess can band together to elevate and promote one of the only women around without molesting her, surely you can hire a few yourself.
Dreamt of a vacation in Fava Bean, Oregon, where gnus were twenty feet tall and had six legs, and I was constantly worried about being dive-bombed by angry mother eagles because I kept finding eaglets just chilling out on the rocky ground.