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Yesterday I started hemming the final handkerchief. After lunch, P and I sent D away to have a nap while we made casserole. It worked great! Chicken, onions, celery, garlic, a bit of Marsala, cream of chicken soup, tarragon, gruyere, and cavatappi. I cleaned the stove, P loaded the dishwasher. Once the casserole was cool P packed it up in containers and loaded them into the freezer. For dinner there was chicken pot pie from Heller’s, and my usual red lentil pin oats and stuff. Sorted the extra food into a box to ship or for their consumption. Packed my purse, packed my suitcase, sleep. Dreamt of the worst science fair and a weird soda machine that sometimes gave out old-timey bottles of orange Fanta instead of what you selected.

Yesterday I got most of P’s data into the xmas letter, cut handkerchief blanks from some of the spare flannel shirting, cleared away the wrapping detritus from the dining room table, and started packing. Washed the socks so they’d have time to dry. Finished Going Rogue and started book four, Siege Tactics. Got hilarious texts from T, whose cats are out of their minds with the sachets. There’s no catnip in them but they are powerfully herbal. Did the crossword, snuggled a bunch, sewed a quick cover for my thread snips from some scrap canvas, mended the torn-out pocket in P’s pj pants. Dinner, opened the stuff from mom (cute cable protectors! snacks! sloth!), Voyager, snack, sleep.