Finished cutting stuff out to the waxing gibbous moon. Which is kinda how I felt at past 1 AM. My right hand was sore from cutting…almost 4 hours yesterday. It’s still stiff today. I kept wanting to give up, but I’d look at how little was left and get fucking stubborn about it.
So yeah. Done. Thirteen hours and 38 minutes…didn’t think it would take that long, but it did. I wanted them sorted yesterday too, but that didn’t happen. It STILL hasn’t happened. In fact, I don’t know what happened to the day, although there’s grades and I went to a science talk thing and I stitched there, because I can’t sit still without something in my hands, and I know I bought groceries and ate some food and prepped independent study contracts for two kids.
I also watched the girlchild play soccer yesterday, in over 100 degrees.
She hits the ball with her head a lot. Might have scrambled brains, which would explain a lot. Yes, it’s still like summer here. Pink shirts are for breast cancer month.
They won, 5-0. Creamed them. Girlchild really wanted a goal, though…
And she tried to go through the goalie to get it. It hit the pole and bounced back…

And she went again, but apparently was offsides (her dad and I disagreed with the ref on that)…made a goal, but it didn’t count.
So there we are.
I’m completely brain dead from grading and not enough sleep and up way too late at night and the heat and just life in general and trying to negotiate shit that I don’t want to deal with. People. Anyway. The next step is ironing. AACK! Well, first I have to sort the damn pieces. Gonna go do that now. Spent too much time communing with electrons so far today. Walk away from the computer…





Pink shirts. “Soccer … for the cure.”
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