Today (yesterday?) I went for a walk in a graveyard with a friend. We masked up and talked for a while about politics and books. I can often hold my own in those conversations.

Friend’s mum’s bee associates and chickens are responsible for more eggs and honey than she needs. I offered to turn some of the honey into mead.

We already have too many eggs, but I think I effectively communicated about the existence/premise of certain free food stands in the city as one possible place to share food with people who might appreciate it.

Take what u need, leave what u can…

Rochester has a plethora of mutual aid network / food redistribution nonprofits. It just feels like they’re collectively hurting a little for supply, but this also could be a seasonal thing.

Later in the evening I baked two loaves of bread. One tastes like oats and powdered milk. The other one has a distinctly sour yeast smell. Based on like three data points in an experiment with many uncontrolled variables, it seems like letting the dough proof for three days makes the best bread, so far.

A different friend sewed together the rag rug. I’m getting subtle Captain America vibes from this thing and I kind of like it:

Collapsed into bed and watched a little anime, decided it was time for sleep, turned out all the lights, and got caught in this impossibly uncomfortable half asleep place where I wasn’t quite resting but wasn’t quite concious enough to get up and move around. The plot from the episode I was watching as i drifted off was bouncing around inside of my head like an echo and I couldn’t feel my toes.

…hence the tea and blog post writing at one o’clock in the morning on a Wednesday.

Holy shit, guys, it’s inaugurf*ckingation day. We’re still in the very wee hours, but it’s here.

I hope that this day unfolds with an apt degree of grace.

Love you.