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Yesterday I made another batch of nut and seed bars, attempted to contact OXO about the broken refrigerator dishes, was appalled at the state of their website and contact form, and sent email to an alternate email address informing them of both problems. No clue if I’ll get anything back; I may have to fail out to actual snail mail.

I started the next book in Deeds of Paksenarrion, which is called Divided Allegiance. Good so far, especially at showing how experience is the thing you get right after you need it.

At work I went down a small rabbit hole spinning up a free tier EC2 instance to test out the installation and tutorial instructions. Alas; SEMPRE requires more than the 1G of memory available in a free tier machine. I poked at a few possibilities for reducing memory usage, not quite to any avail.

I went to therapy and offloaded all the stuff that’s been hard the last two weeks, then spent the rest of the time telling stories and explaining the concept of mini courses at CMU.

Home, did a turn through the garden and picked lemon chiles, tomatillos, and beans, dinner, crossword, Elementary, snack, sleep. I dreamt of missing an invitation to generate inside jokes with an old friend from high school and a different friend from the SCA/beer/dance crew in pgh. Also of repeatedly absent-mindedly getting lost in utility stairwells and caretakers’ lounges. Some kind of dubiously legal activism. Smuggling. Magic shorts. A partially-expired nail polish kit.