some weird magic eye scrying thing

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Yesterday we went on an adventure to a latino grocery, and found dozens of them on Park St. the first one we went into was unexpectedly small and dim and full of big dudes and it was clear we shouldn’t be in there. The next one we picked was huge and bright and full of the right kind of vegetables. We got maseca for tortillas, cabbage, bell peppers, cilantro, limes, chipotles in adobo, and beans. I thought about but did not ultimately go for nopales. Home, snack, then I had some alone time with a new book and more hemming. The book is completely constructed out of tropes, and not in an ironic way, and I do not want to spend any more time with the characters, and so I shan’t.

For dinner D roasted potatoes, carrots, and squash, M made tortillas, sockeye, salsa, crema, and guac, and I made cumin peppers and green beans, saffron rice, and refried beans. It was a spectacular spread. Ate too much but no ultimate regrets.

D had the idea and P executed it to put the wedge cushions from the couch in our bed so I can have a better sleeping angle. Worked great! Dreamt of various psychic powers, long slides, circus acts, diplomacy, and episodes out of order.