you pull me out of the dark and now it's light

I am having a lot of feelings right now, and most of them are grumpy. My record got stolen/mis-delivered and now I'm having to beat my head against the joy that is USPS bureaucratic jankiness to try and get my $44 back. And I'm going to have to try and order this goddamn vinyl again. I would like someone to come and just do this for me.

UPDATE: It was delivered this morning? Huzzah, thank you, universe.

I love being independent and capable, but fuck me it'd be nice for someone else to handle this for me.

I had a mostly good weekend although bits were hard. We got out to the cemetery on Sunday (Saturday was a loss for me) and I got to spend the day with mom. We plotted out scheduling for the rest of the year and caught up on some chatting. I also got some free produce from her (along with a bunch of mosquito bites) which I spent Sunday putting together as salads. NGL, my quinoa tabbouleh was fucking spectacular.

I am having some health stuff going on, but I don't really want to go into it. I am mostly noting this for my own records. I'm fine, but it is what it is.

Monday went ok. I worked hard to basically clear the day so I could be a lump. I did get 3/4 of the books I'd printed glued and sewn. The last one needs sewing and gluing, but it's pressed and awled. I'm honestly impressed at how my hands remembered what to do with the sewing. Now I just need to cut the boards, pick out a color scheme, and glue everything together.

I'm also working on line-editing another project. (It's fine! But there are minor typos that I go back and correct. Ex: their instead of there or awe instead of aww.) I never do substantive changes in anything I bind, but if there's a spelling or grammar error that throws me out of the narrative in the singular thing I am printing and binding so I and I alone can read it? Yeah, there's line-editing.