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Yesterday I sewed another quarter of the waistband. I finished Mountains of
Mourning and started Labyrinth.

I made another batch of honey-glazed corn puffs and added a splash of
puffed millet. It’s pretty good!

At work I got stuck in a warren of rabbit holes surrounding how proxy
objects interact with foreign keys. Found a bunch of ways that didn’t work,
but eventually landed on one that did, and now I’m back in test-chasing
mode.

Home, P went to pick up the car (new front brake pads and some other
adjustments, $160 cheap), dinner, crossword, Flash, snack, sleep.

Yesterday I spun a bit and carded a bit, and did my stretches. They are
starting to look like gentle yoga, so that’s good.

We cleaned the bathrooms in prep for carnival guests, and I flipped the
bedding in the guest room, washed sheets and hung them on the line for the
first outdoor laundry of the season. Hanging things out on the line is
super meditative for me and I like it a lot.

The new rice is not my thing, but P likes it okay.

We’d planned to go to Costco, but there’s a not-so-slow leak in one of the
tires, so that will wait.

Instead of knitting I broke out a supported spindle project for tv time,
which was enough different from knitting that it didn’t wreck my hands.

I’ve been more irritable and anxious than usual. I do expect my period
later this week, so some of it’s probably hormonal. I’ve also been a bit
cavalier about spoons lately. I’m still not great at predicting how long I
need to recover.

Currently researching scroll frames for G’s embroidery project, seltzer
makers, and summer shoes.

Long, involved dream about police stations and art classes and living with
my folks and shower contention and face painting and a weird spot on my
hand that wouldn’t heal.