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Yesterday I made another batch of nut and seed bars, with a lower oven temperature and checking on them more obsessively, and they only caught a little at the edges. Acceptable. P and I went to Staples for envelopes and mailing labels, and also picked up a long-arm stapler I’ll be shipping back to Pittsburgh. After lunch I did all the folding and stapling and stuffing and labeling, and they were just a gram or two short of an ounce so I put two stamps on all the domestic ones in case of scale miscalibration (international first class is good up to two ounces). Walked them down to the post office and done. Very pleased. While we were out earlier we’d picked up a nice piece of cod for dinner, some pot pie and quiche for today and the freezer, and ingredients for casserole to split up and freeze. D’s been running ragged for ages and sometimes it’s nice to just dump something into the oven for dinner instead of trying to cook tired. In the afternoon I started hemming another handkerchief. Baked cod, sweet potatoes, and green beans 2 for dinner (green beans 1 were discarded for being slimy, boo), and I made a kindof weird saffron quinoa pin oat raisin porridge for me. After dinner P got the radio working and managed to pick up broadcasts from China and we think Romania. Snack, sleep. Dreamt, but they’ve already faded.

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Yesterday was a repeated exercise in backing myself into corners. The whole house slept in until almost nine, which didn’t help. PT came for G, which put off baking time until nearly lunch, since they usually do laps through the kitchen. I did make the nut and seed bars: the sunflower seeds were raw, because the WF we’d gone to didn’t have roasted unsalted ones. I attempted to roast mine, but something was fishy smelling about the results. Fine, I’d bought pepitas, and I’ve done all-pepitas bars before. No wee pan for syrup, so, microwave. Forgot the honey. The whole mixture turned out dry, so added water, which made it misbehave while pressing into shape. Baked them, assuming the oven would work the same as at home. No. Torched the whole lot. Hangry by then, so, lunch. Showered and took off for the library. While arranging the spreads into a signature I realized I’d counted my spreads wrong and was one short. Made an extra spread out of small happy moments and places. The librarian was nice and let me break a twenty for the copier, though I still came up short in small bills for the number of copies I’d selected, and something must be weird with one of the rollers because it transferred bits of ghost images randomly. Is okay; is authentically DIY. But, by then it was like 4:30, and I desperately needed snack, and there were no snacks at the house, and I forgot it gets dark earlier here because we’re farther east in the time zone, and it was thunder sleeting. Wellp. Walked to the bus stop, ate the candy bar that was still in my bag, walked to WF, bought walnuts and coconut to try for another batch of bars, bought cinnamon cookies in case they flop again, then sat in the eating area and plugged in my poor abused cell phone to wait for P to pick me up. Home, dinner, scrabble, then finished looking over P’s teaching portfolio. Sleep. Woof. Dreamt I could phase through matter, which was cool, but it was chiefly to get away from a race of telepathic tyrannosaurs and their minions, which was extremely not cool. Running into my abusive ex while on a half-baked road trip was almost pleasant in comparison. Ugh.

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Yesterday I made a bunch of illustrations for the New Years zine, rearranged some stuff, and did up the back cover. Front cover, photocopying, and shipping is left. M and D went to Trader Joe’s to stock up on the soup G likes. After lunch P and I took M to the airport, with many hugs and pats to transmit to A and the dogs. On the way home we stopped at the inferior Whole Foods for nut/seed bar supplies. D made chicken cacciatore for dinner, and I polished off the K-compatible leftovers. In the evening D asked about nutritionists for G, so I talked through the wide variety I’ve seen over the years and encouraged her to ask their PCP the right questions to get a referral to a GI specialist as well. Snack and sleep. Dreamt of a horrid alternate CMU campus, with mangled voicemails from MLD staff, getting interminably lost, and unexpectedly walking into active meeting rooms, lecture halls, SCA court processions, orchestra pits, etc.

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Yesterday I baked the nut and seed bars, finished cataloguing events for the xmas letter, and made a few cards. I scrubbed down the sink in my bathroom on a whim. Dinner, trash, crossword, snack, sleep. Dreamt of breaking down mustard seed pods and finding a nice glass spice jar to put them in. Going Rogue continues beautifully.

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Yesterday I finished wrapping gifts for my folks, made tags, packed a box, then thankfully remembered to ask T whether he’ll be in Kingston for the holidays or whether I should ship him his stuff directly. I got another couple months into the prep for the xmas letter. I baked the nut and seed bars. I started reading the next book in the Swords Spells and Stealth series, Split the Party. It is glorious. Lunch was fine, dinner was dubious while cooking but it all worked out. Crossword(nasty SW corner), Voyager, snack, sleep. Dreamt of parades, cabin camping, driving through wee neighborhoods, fast food.

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