Smallhouse Log

Fourteenth Sunday after Pentecost

Officially sick of the season after Pentecost, and Advent is still nowhere in sight. Sigh.

So the problem with having recurrent dreams and dreams about technology is that, if you should go a couple months between the dreams, you end up spending half your time dreaming about trying to look up how something works in a manual, and you still can't save your android friend the third time around.

In more lucid news, the pie came out great. I was worried, since I haven't made it in a year and a half, but it was just about perfect. Nancy and Alexis came over, we watched some Olympic swimming events, and played "Let's see how fast Wikipedia gets updated." Usain Bolt was fast, but Wikipedia editors were faster.

And now it's pie for breakfast. I love this part.

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