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Yesterday I turned the furnace on. 65 is my limit as far as interior temperature goes. I took apart the naked-seeded pumpkins and roasted the resulting pepitas with olive oil and salt. They puff themselves up pretty good in the oven, and they’re delicious— definitely will grow these again. P and I did the laundry and hung it out on the line, and I opened packages from the jewelry supply and modeling supply places. The tubing I had sized so carefully didn’t fit, and P was headed in to SqHill anyway for wine, so he picked up a couple better options from the art store. I started practicing with the new tools. I found a bunch of ways that didn’t work to center punch on a rod, but eventually got a hole started. The mini bench vise was a very good call. The pin vise is difficult to clamp on straight. I might look for a better one, or for bits with a constant-diameter shaft. 0.5mm is too small to practice with. I was able to get a 0.7mm bit straight enough to give it a try. I was able to drill a hole through the rod! But I was so surprised when it worked that I broke the bit. Welp, that’s what practice is for.

Spent the rest of the afternoon watching Umbrella Academy and continuing to hem the linen dish towel. Dinner was slightly different (zucchini green beans carrots cranberries lentils, oregano and smoked paprika), then brought in the laundry, did the crossword, finished Umbrella Academy but not the hem, snack, sleep. Weird dreams of distant family, shapeshifters, sprinklers, a robot controlled by the temperature of its power pack, then a morbid turn of death notice after death notice.