Time delayyyy

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Yesterday my phone died before journal time, so there was no entry. In the morning I attempted to remove my foot from my mouth in my correspondence with J, then narrowed down what’s wrong with the upstairs toilet. I made polenta and veg for lunch and it was fabulous. At work I went to a faculty candidate talk about soft robots and growth-based movement; I was extremely skeptical at first but by the end quite impressed. I spent the rest of the afternoon preparing for today’s meeting with B and T. Home, worked on mending Monster for a bit, and finished Evelyn Hardcastle. It is excellent. Like many mystery novels, it is vulnerable to spoilers, but perhaps more vulnerable than most. The non-spoilery plug is that it’s an exploration of what parts of personality depend on memory, what parts live in the body, and what parts live in the soul, all wrapped up in a post-modern jumble of time loops.

Dinner, crossword, and then I’ve started Deep Space 9. I don’t think I ever saw the first few episodes when they aired, but wow is Sisko a lot more manic than I remember. Snack, sleep. Bizarre dreams of road-tripping with jvn, staying at disused houses owned by z’s folks, scavenger hunts, early pregnancy, confusingly frequent showers, badly-hung doors, and showing somebody a cool short film by FaceTiming with my phone pointed at a computer monitor.

Winter eczema has arrived with a vengeance after a suspiciously mild few months with nothing; it’s probably correlated with the recent food struggles.