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Yesterday I took apart some more old shirts. I’m maybe getting better at slitting coverstitch so it’s easy to pull out? Evelyn Hardcastle continues great — smearing from an event story, as most mysteries are, into an idea story. Recommend.

Rage-quit on lunch again. Reliable meals are no longer smelling like food and I’m struggling with what to do about that. At work I made some progress on a chart for figuring out how to assign type signatures to intent frames under the new annotation scheme, then thought about how I would set that up in a group meeting and started some diagrams showing how sempre works... which turned into a whole-ass slide deck. Mmf.

The usual shuttle was cancelled, so P was lovely and picked me up. His meeting with D went well, and he now has some soft plans for a hard discussion with his booster club on getting their act together. Dinner was good, then we did the crossword, I watched the season finale of Witcher (borderline too much misery for me, though the rest of the series is great. ymmv), and dicked around on the internet until bedtime. Dreamt, but all that remains is an old stained-glass window from a room divider, and a row of icons from defunct chat clients.