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Yesterday I made more tarts, with nuts, half with just the butter tart mixture and half with just mincemeat. Higher oven temp. The butter tarts came out amazing; the mince ones were too boozy, possibly needed more time in the oven.

After lunch P drove me in to Oakland for a therapy appointment, which was good; downloaded all of the holidays and family stuff. P drove me back home, then we did the crossword before he left again to go meet up with A. They ate at Yuva, the Indian place on Craig, with much rejoicing. She wants him to be more confident and assertive in his application materials, but I think he will wait on that until it more accurately reflects his actual approach to teaching. I finished the final seam on the final couch seat cover, and installed them both in the couch. Everything you sit on in the living room is now purple. The ottomans will wait until I’m no longer tired of purple canvas. Finder continues grand.

Did some dialogue diagramming for my Villanelle test project, then dinner, Voyager, snack, and sleep.

Yesterday I finished mending the dish towel and also mended a pulled seam in a fitted sheet. I went in to campus for work, finished going over the readme documentation, fixed a thing in the knowledge base display in the web console, uncovered a mess in bitbucket that’s putting a user limit on us inappropriately, and hammered on theo database inconsistency issues. Cache invalidation, blerg.

I started reading Liar’s Oath by Elizabeth Moon, the next book in the Paskennarion series. It’s okay so far.

Home, then A is in town but wasn’t going to be free until late, so I sat with P while they solidified plans, and we bumped up YouTube time to while my dinner was cooking. P went to meet her, I finished eating, and watched Elementary. Season 3 seems to be when the writers started running out of ideas; we’ve had a main character in mortal peril, a direct copy of a story from the books, and a reversion of another main character to a nearly-direct copy from the books. I guess it couldn’t last.

Snack, P got home, I prepped ingredients for nut and seed bars, sleep. Dreamt I was an impostor in a musical, and the person I was replacing was (unbeknownst to me) supposed to sit in the orchestra pit for the last scene and play jazz flute. Whoops.