Baking stuffed poblanos, listening to Amon Düül, house smells a bit less of mold, still hot, cold & wet outside, got some coconut sorbet at store, maybe piña colada soda/rum floats in future? My magic eight ball floated away with most of my other possessions, have to wait & see.

Work has gone fucking insane.

On the home front, trying to ignore my tendency to become overwhelmed by all the ambient horror and get on with making neat stuff, miseries' increase is mercy, pity, peace.

T gets back tonight, looks like her flight is running early, looking forward to seeing her, hope she had fun, read somewhere that there was a particularly nasty sandstorm out there early on.