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Yesterday P went to the last market of the year and got Bulgarian pastries, apples, potatoes, fresh and dried chiles, mushrooms, bok choy, napa cabbage, a wee butternut squash, and kale. I did the laundry, made some lavender mugwort incense, cleaned the third floor toilet, and turned half the kale into kale chips. We did the crossword after lunch, which was very tricksy. After dinner I watched Avatar and did more dish towel hemming. Snack, sleep, creepy dreams of people disappearing one by one at a research event, and some kind of surrealist Rube Goldberg device for waking up and making breakfast. Eugh.

Enchanted is finding its voice, and while it’s wallowing more than I’d like in a sadistic hopeless situation the protagonist’s got into, we now have three whole excellent characters who are not men, and at least one flat one.