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Yesterday I finished sewing snaps on the pads, cleaned up, then started on underwear. I’m experimenting with trying to offload less clothing to overloaded thrift shops, so I made a “first waffle” pair from an old knit tee. Elastic is still difficult but I’m better at treating two layers separately than I was last time, and didn’t need to stabilize anything this time around. I might rip out one of the leg elastics and re-do it, since they turned out so different this pair is pretty much unwearable, or I might just chalk it up to practice.

Along the way I got frustrated, turned off the machine, completely unthreaded it, and oiled it. I can’t remember the last time I did that, which means it was well and truly overdue. Still a little stiff at the top of a stitch but otherwise much better.

P did not make it to the interview round for the job he was going for, which is a bummer. They had 150 applicants, so the competition was clearly stiff, but he’s still taking it hard. He has a meeting with D next week to debrief. It’s possible they will want to renew his current contract, but unless it comes with a pay raise, he doesn’t think he can take it. Bit of whiplash.

I made another batch of nut and seed bars in the afternoon, and P made pizza dough. I’ve started reading Gospel of Loki by Joanne M Harris, which is a more sexist and racist presentation of the Norse myths than I remember them being, but maybe that’s just Loki? Not terribly convincing. Dinner, crossword, then I watched the first episode of Locke and Key, a young adult fantasy mystery series. It’s beautifully shot, based on a graphic novel and it shows, visually; excellent soundtrack; complex characters; but the grimdark is substantially higher than I was hoping. I have enough unnecessary adrenaline in my life in winter, and as much as I want to know how the story turns out, it’s not ultimately worth it. Maybe I’ll locate the novel and read it instead.

Dinner was late, so no snack; sleep. Dreamt of fairs, a hotel suite that just kept going, a trap door into a gothic drainspout, keeping young children out of trouble, an overly-complex X10 layout that made it impossible to turn out all the lights, a break-in by drunk revelers, college exes I never actually dated.