infryq | 6x32, it turns out

Yesterday I figured out what size screws I need, and ordered them. I transferred all my notes for the 2020 letter into a zine maker, and came up with 14 pages, including space for a couple of illustrations. I just need to do those plus a front cover, then proofs, printing, addressing, and shipping. Crossword after lunch, then P and I measured the newly-clean foyer, shopped for rugs online, and ordered one. My back was pissed at me for doing so much computer work on what’s supposed to be a day off, so I spent the rest of the day prototyping some pouches to hold the screw thread gauges in some kind of tool roll. A box pleat isn’t enough, so I think I’m going to need to learn to do a gusset pocket.

Dinner, scrabble, SG-1, snack, sleep. Dreamt of the Boston T, group housing, facilitating conflict resolution, a slightly alarming stalker, building stringed instruments.

Ambassador 1 is done, with a surprisingly tidy ending that still foreshadows sequels. It’s a shame the character development and science system were such a shambles, since I don’t think I can take any more of that.

Started The Bright and Breaking Sea by Chloe Neill, a historical fantasy navy intrigue set in an alternate Georgian period with an elemental magic system. It’s a little wordy so far but otherwise inoffensive, and the main character is an extremely competent young woman who captains a ship with a supportive gender-mixed crew. Quite cathartic.