Yesterday I felt somewhat better but still pretty spooked, and spent most
of the day in the AC mending Monster and watching Kipo. Gay subplot so if
you’re looking for another show, may be a good candidate.
P did the farmers market run and got nectarines, plums, blueberries,
peaches, cucumber, lettuce, zucchini, all the green beans in the land,
broccoli, mushrooms (piopino and chanterelles), parsley, basil, cheese, and
Bulgarian pastries. People are starting to chafe at safety measures,
cutting in line, that sort of thing. Grr.
The plums were bursting out of their skins so I made them into glop with
some of the blueberries. Accidentally left it on the back porch cooling for
two hours but P declared it fine (low pH, some sugar content).
Armed with my normal recovery mantra of You Don’t Have To Eat It, I had a
good breakfast, lunch, snack, dinner, and snack. The heat is starting to
mess with my appetite too, which doesn’t help. With any luck though I can
stay in triple digits through the summer.
Cut out a pair of shorts for P out of the brown voile and started sewing
them together by hand in the cold place. If I manage a seam every day or
two I’ll be pleased, though I expect I’ll want to set up the machine to do
the elastic.
Sleep. Dreamt of sketchy computer hardware upgrades, proctoring an
independent study exam and doing it wrong, helping out at a fish fry, logic
puzzles to maximize kitchen space, a massive remodeling of the OC that
included a cafe on the eighth floor, going back to school for engineering
management training, having to cancel family weekend because of the
pandemic, mourning.