Philosophizing with Firefly

Sunday. Sunny and going to be warmer than yesterday, say the 'beans, but it ain't there yet.

Firefly and I had a very serious conversation about reset keys and how, no, no one has found a reset key, though not, I imagine, for lack of trying. That means that, no, we can't get Trooper, or Sprite, or Steve, or Belle back, but that we have Rook and Tali, and while that's not the same, it's not necessarily bad.

She's thinking about it.

Breakfast was flat egg on toast with cheddar cheese slices, followed by a dried pineapple ring, because I was Weak when I was at the co-op the other day, and bought a bag of dried pineapple rings.

Lunch . . . I'm thinking fish -- haven't had fish in a while again -- and whatever I've got in the freezer for veggies. Peas, maybe.

Today is mostly going to be chores. I've done the dishes, and now I need to go sort the laundry and get that started. Also, while I was cleaning off my desk, I found orders to visit the Vampyres, um, a couple weeks ago. So! Vamps tomorrow afternoon, or, yanno, Tuesday morning. They've waited this long, they can wait a day longer.

And that's what I've got this early in the day.

How're you doing?

Tali helped me write this blog post:

Sunday afternoon

I am out of cookies.

This cannot be allowed to stand.

In other news, spent this morning with a scrap fabric box that I adopted from the craft group. There were limited items that will be of use to me -- ever, if I'm honest, so I'll be looking to place the remaining contents with a group or person who will find them useful.

However! I have established that I can, indeed, embroider the titles of books legibly onto cloth, so I will be updating my Shirt of Stars (actually, I have two Starry Shirts, which emboldens me to pursue the update project) with, err, the 18? titles that are missing.

This? May take a while.

Firefly has been Very Attentive while I sorted fabric, and did a proving piece. We've been sitting quality in the living room, listening to a Sail North compilation, which has segued into I'm-not-exactly-sure-what-this-is, but it's not offensive.

Starry Shirt and Proof of Concept Below.