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Yesterday I made another batch of wild rice and lentils. 20 minutes is still too long, though there were fewer overcooked grains this time. I got a call from the sewing machine repair place saying could I please pick up my machine that’s been there since March, so that’s what we did after lunch. Very civilized pandemic-compliant curb service. On the way home the engine overheated; there seems to be something wrong with the fan. We got enough advice from our mechanic to make it home, barely— while there was plenty of coolant when P checked it at the initial stop, the engine had drunk it all by the time he checked again in our driveway. Thankfully the mechanic is all downhill from our house, so P topped up the coolant and will drop off the car there early next week.

I finished my slides for today’s talk, then we ate dinner. Mom called to catch up and report gift status, then we opened the box from them — highlights are kelp sprinkle and pickles, 3D-printed cookie cutters and impression molds, knifork-spoons and straws for the travel kit, and a pretty great shirt of women in science history.

A wretched game of scrabble, then a cursory snack and sleep. Dreamt of crocheted lace, maidservants, hot chocolate, some kind of group problem-solving effort that required a lot of hotel-hopping and living out of suitcases, an invasive freshwater tortoise.

I finished Making Money and started Snuff by Terry Pratchett. The older I get, the more I seem to like Vimes.