For great comfort

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Yesterday we went to the farmers market and got nectarines, pluots, apricots, and peaches, melomacarona cookies, mushrooms, eggplant, broccolini, cilantro, basil, tomatoes, onions, garlic, rhubarb (!), and scallions. We ran into C and had a good solid chat to catch up, and wound up discussing commonly-misinterpreted art (Felix Gonzales-Torres, John Cage, an art installation I’ve been unable to google involving homemade bread fed on blood). Miss hanging out with C.

Home, lunch, crossword, spent the afternoon reading fanfic in the breeze from the window and taking a nap. Early dinner, then we drove over to B&S’s place north of the river for drinks and dessert. It was deeply satisfying to have so much unstructured time to tell stories and hopes and worries and triumphs and struggles big and small. Their deck is perfect. They have bats!

Home past my bedtime, but still had a snack before sleep since I’d skipped my afternoon one. Dreamt of autonomous school buses, being snowed in in a clothing shop, using math to convince a friend to stop doing dangerous shit in his unusually tall garage, something about barns and warm hay, staying dry.