Let's do the time warp, again

Sunday. Sunny and chilly.

How is it not even noon yet?

Well.

Breakfast was cottage cheese, grapes, toast. Lunch will be soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Because I Can.

Wrote +/- 780 words first thing, which brings the total WIP to 105,500. Ish.

Wandered around the house making sure the programmable thermostats remembered their programming from last year. Updated my books read list. Dealt with email. Tried to figure out how much I'm going to be dinged for excise tax tomorrow when I go to buy my sticker at City Hall. Ordered in Scottish, Irish, and strong Irish tea. For Science!*

Still need to pay bills and do PR. And work on my glass project.

The cats were strongly in favor of gathering all together in Steve's office first thing after breakfast, and that's where they still are.

How's everybody doing on this first day of the time change?

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*Science! The scale is: Brisk-Body-Aroma
Brisk: Does your mouth pucker?
Body: Does the tea fill your mouth?
Aroma: Does the tea have a robust scent?

Irish Breakfast Tea:        2-4-3
Hiberian (hi-test Irish): 4-4-2
Scottish Breakfast Tea:  4-5-1

In which art is hard

Earlier this same day: Spent an hour in Foosball Studio. Got a little bit of foiling done. My back started to hurt so I am now upstairs in my comfy chair having a cup of tea. It used to be called buttermint tea; I don't know what they call it now -- maybe vanilla mint?

I'll likely go down for another session. My goal is to finish foiling half, and there's only another six pieces to go.

So, Rook escorted me downstairs for my second session in The! Studio! -- and was waiting for me, almost an hour later, when I came out again. He ran over and flopped on my feet, showing me his belly, which was awfully nice of him.

Upstairs -- it is dark. I -- am not really sure I can do the dark this year. Not that it matters, particularly; I don't except anyone to install a Celestial Light Bulb for me, but...things are dark enough, surely?

Regarding the glass project: I have ten biggish pieces left to foil and two so tiny they might as well be slivers. If my errands don't take me too long tomorrow, maybe I'll have a go at finishing the foil, so I can get a Flash Lesson in soldering before glasswork is over.

Tuesday will largely be eaten up by the Guy From Fidium, who is, so I'm told, expecting to be here at 8 am and his visit will encompass at least two hours. Argh. And the last glass class is on Wednesday. That was a fast six weeks.

Having gone to all the trouble of setting up The! Studio! it would be a shame to declare this art is not for me. On the other hand, I'm not feeling that I have any real competence, or maybe I mean affinity. I love glass, but this experiment hasn't ignited me (ahem) the way working with hot glass did. And, no, I am not doing hot glass in the house.

What I may do, since I have so many glass scraps left over, is to try something smaller and simpler -- a geometric pattern, maybe -- and see if I've actually learned anything.

The cats are insisting that it's Happy Hour, which, of course, it is not. I think this is my cue to wander around the house, close curtains, turn off and on lights, and wash the pans.

Everybody have a good evening. Stay safe. I'll check in tomorrow.

The state of the stained glass: