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Yesterday I finished the cutting and pasting for the now New Years letter. E went on an adventure to Tangiers, the middle eastern market. I had a bit of executive function trouble and was compelled to look at all the things, which was soothing. P had a ma’amoul and some Turkish coffee. We got olive oil and a nice black tea, and looked for straight-sided glass teacups for D but came up empty. Home, I did some hemming for quiet alone time, then came downstairs and offloaded all my accumulated “how to recover from illness-induced disordered eating and reach your calorie goals” knowledge. For dinner, P and I made tortillas. This time we added water just until it started to stick to the inside of the bowl, about an extra 50% of what the recipe said. Kneaded the ever loving snot out of it in the process. Worked great! I got a bunch of them to puff on the griddle, and they stayed soft and supple through the meal. D handled reheating the leftover fillings. I employed more restraint while eating and felt better for it afterwards. P and I played scrabble, then I went to bed. Dreamt of getting lost in the bus system, and of coming into a personal stylist shop during an unexpectedly busy time. Social anxiety on top of social anxiety is not my favorite.