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oracne ([personal profile] oracne) wrote2025-10-31 02:29 pm
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Windy and Chilly

Happy Halloween! It's great weather for it today, very windy with a chill in the air. The forecast warned that decorations should be secured against gusts!

I am not sure where my focus is but it does not appear to be in my neighborhood this week. I'm glad the weekend is almost here.
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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2025-10-31 01:38 pm

I made a deal with the devil, but I never got paid

Happy Halloween! Having not slept for a variety of stupid reasons, I am appearing this year as the world's most tired Green Man.

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pegkerr ([personal profile] pegkerr) wrote2025-10-31 12:36 pm

2025 52 Card Project: Week 43: Cleanup

It's time to put the garden to bed.

These chores get a little more difficult every year. Thank heavens for my garden kneeling bench, but I feel the ache in my joints a little more every time I go through the process of pulling up dead plants, raking, and putting the hose and tools away for the winter. But it is immensely satisfying to get it all done.

Image description: a rather forlorn-looking concrete patio with emptied planters. Several paper bags full of yard waste are in the foreground. The background, above, shows a red garden leaf rake gathering up leaves. Top: a shovel and garden rake.

Cleanup

43 Cleanup

Click on the links to see the 2025, 2024, 2023, 2022 and 2021 52 Card Project galleries.
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-10-31 04:44 pm

Assortment

Dept of, what will they think of next (some of this is, as I remarked elsewhere, resuscitating Ye Good Ol' Victorian Quackerie - though, as we concurred, VIBRATORS ARE NOT VICTORIAN!!!): With the menopause dildo, we've officially reached peak menopause bollocks.

(Declaration of interest: I once did a podcast with the author.)

***

Dept of, well, on the topic of dildos, or at least, urgent phallicism: I spent a year dating conservative [frothingly alt-right] men:

Something about getting ready to go on these dates made me feel like I was 18 again — except now I had the ability to run professional-level background checks, which I did. Not because I was operating on preconceived notions but because the few peers I told about my mission encouraged me to. Given some of the vitriol against women in online alt-right groups, they felt I should treat every date as if it were a threat to my life. I came up with a routine: before a date, I’d tell at least three people in advance where I was going and what time they should expect to hear from me by. I enlisted a friend who’s a former Navy SEAL to be my unofficial security consultant.

And they wonder why women are not dating....

And that's before getting to meet the actual doozies who are, apparently, not even the worst types on the dating apps.

***

Dept of, let's have some better news, good news about snails (the snails that one thought had been mown down in the ONward March of Progress, or at least, building much needed housing):

the snails are OK. Nothing bad is going to happen to the poor little Whirlpool Ramshorn Snail, the endangered creature which our Chancellor unfairly blamed for stopping a housing development, causing me to get grumpy on social media. But in following up to try and see what actually happened, I found out a bunch of interesting – and in my view extremely heartening – stuff.
.... it was always a false dichotomy, it was always possible to have the houses and the snails too.

***

Dept of gilded snails in a very different space: From snails to street signs: Soho’s history revealed on a new digital map - the snails on the facade of L'Escargot Restaurant.

***

Dept of, gosh I have met (many years ago) the curator of this exhibition: New York City celebrates the “Gay Harlem Renaissance”

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canyonwalker ([personal profile] canyonwalker) wrote2025-10-31 09:24 am

Celebratory Dinner at... Denny's

I figured that Hawk would want to go out for dinner yesterday after getting her cast replaced with a boot that lets her walk better. I thought that would likely mean one of her favorite sit-down restaurants, Vive Sol or La Fiesta, or perhaps her favorite fast-casual place with great guacamole, Speedy's Tacos. Instead she announced yesterday evening, "I want pancakes. We could go to IHOP, or Denny's, or...."

I suggested we try IHOP if only because I ate at Denny's about 2 years ago and haven't been to an IHOP in possibly 10 years so it'd at least be a newer experience. But alas the nearest IHOPs are a few towns away, and in evening rush hour traffic the novely wasn't worth the commute. One of the remaining Denny's is just 1.5 miles away. So Denny's it was!

For a celebratory dinner Hawk picked... Denny's (Oct 2025)

I went into Denny's with low expectations. Hawk wanted pancakes, and I figured they'd do a decent job of that. Eggs, too. But I didn't want breakfast all day. Heck, I don't even want breakfast food at breakfast hour. (I hate the taste of eggs and regard pancakes as carbs-and-sugar bombs my blood sugar level does not need.) I figured there may not be much else on the menu except for burgers anymore.

I wound up ordering a pot roast sandwich. It was small though came with a huge portion of fries filing out the plate. The meat on the sandwich was surprisingly tender. Hawk was surprised at how fast it was ready. I wasn't.... I figure it came in a boil-in bag from Sysco.

Toward the end of dinner Hawk's medications started hitting her pretty hard. She was feeling a bit dizzy and rested her head on the table. "It's good we went to Denny's," she quipped. "They're accustomed to people passed out with their faces on the table."

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Elise Matthesen ([personal profile] elisem) wrote2025-10-31 10:32 am
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Health natter: COVID: REST LIKE A POTATO

 Well, it was a good run. I managed to avoid getting the damn thing for more than five years. But it got me.

Am doing sensible things, and have a virtual visit with my GP (or I guess they call 'em PCPs now),and we shall see what she says. Meanwhile, my favorite advice from friends is REST LIKE A POTATO.

Juan has it too. And he was already disabled with Long COVID.

OK, heading towards sleep again.

Good wishes very much appreciated.
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james_davis_nicoll ([personal profile] james_davis_nicoll) wrote2025-10-31 09:05 am
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October 2025 in Review



James Nicoll Reviews saw its 3000th review on the 17th.

23 works reviewed. 12.5 by women (54%), 10 by men (43%), 0.5 by non-binary authors (2%), 0 by authors whose gender is unknown (0%), and 10.5 by POC (46%).

More stats and a big chart here.
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sartorias ([personal profile] sartorias) wrote2025-10-31 06:11 am

Halloween Pix I Wish I Had

Such vivid memories! But when I was a kid, the camera was pretty much reserved for visits from rarely seen relatives, which required us to stand on the lawn facing the sun ("Stop squinting! Smile!") in a stiff cluster with said relations. I do treasure those pix, but how I wish I had visual backup for vivid memories. Like the year we put our bulldog into my little brother's pajamas. How people laughed to see him trotting proudly along!

Then there was the horse costume I made with a friend when I was ten or eleven. I designed it and we sewed it by hand--by then I had designed and made so many doll clothes out of scraps that coming up with a horse costume didn't seem all that hard, just more stitching. Our trick or treat bag was held by her dad, who insisted on coming along.

It was a huge hit around the neighborhood, but! Though we each had had to model the body in order to get into it, we hadn't thought to practice very long. We soon found out that one person bent over, hanging onto the other's waist was super hard on the back. When we first took off, her mom did want to take a pic, but we were too impatient, and promised to stand still at the end of the evening. When we got back, we were both so sick of bending over we refused to pose, so we never did get a picture, though her mom was willing. Ah, well!

When I was a teen, and deemed too old to go out, I made a robot out of cardboard to deliver candy down a chute. That was fun. my little brother adored it. Some of the neighbor kids came round a couple of times just to see it work.

In those days, pretty much all costumes were homemade. There were some for sale in stores, but they were flimsy, made of really cheapo material, and few parents in our neighborhood wanted to waste the money. I remember my first Halloween, when I was little, my dad had mom divide an ancient sheet and cut out holes for eyes, and we were supposed to save and use the sheet ghost costumes, but mom made some for us when I was about six. I remember a bride dress, which I loved. I kept sneaking out to the garage to put it on afterwards and getting scolded. (We--friends and I-- later scored give-away cocktail dresses for acting out our stories.) I started making my own costumes with the horse.
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oursin ([personal profile] oursin) wrote2025-10-31 09:34 am

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Happy birthday, [personal profile] mtbc!
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Sholio ([personal profile] sholio) wrote2025-10-31 12:25 am

Whumptober Alt: “I hear you’re alive, how disappointing.” [Biggles]

Another of the alt prompts written earlier in October.

“I hear you’re alive, how disappointing.”
Biggles & EvS, 600 wds, enemies-era

600 wds under the cut )
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swan_tower ([personal profile] swan_tower) wrote2025-10-31 08:00 am

New Worlds Theory Post: Real Biology Is Stranger Than Fiction

It seems fitting for Halloween that the traditional fifth-Friday New Worlds Patreon theory post should focus on weird critters -- but in this case, real ones! Let's talk about drawing inspiration for science fictional and fantasy species from the aliens we share a planet with: comment over there . . .

(originally posted at Swan Tower: https://is.gd/HJO91g)
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asakiyume ([personal profile] asakiyume) wrote2025-10-31 12:28 am

language and intimacy

As a kid, I learned English from English language cartoons on FilmNet. I learned from German TV shows. My passion for Swedish crime series taught me Swedish.

But now, the largest tv medium of our time, YouTube, has begun auto-translating everything. Future generations will not be exposed to foreign languages and be inspired to take an interest.
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Apparently the poster is talking not about auto subtitling but auto dubbing. Auto subtitling would be bad enough, but auto dubbing? Terrible. I too have relied on films, TV, and songs for every language I've ever learned. Having all the languages of the world put into English, ostensibly for my benefit, feels like having all the delicious foods that people cook all over the word turned into hamburgers and french fries because that's what I, as an American, am supposed to eat.

In science fiction, you get translation tech. Unless the point of the story is to talk about language (hello Darmok), this tech generally works flawlessly. In some stories, second-rate or old fashioned translation tech is used to humorous effect (Ann Leckie did this in one of her novels, and someone else I read in the past few years did too, but I'm forgetting who). But in all the stories, the tech is omnipresent and everyone uses it.

Obviously translation and interpretation services are hugely important. I want these services to exist. And I do appreciate what Google Translate makes possible. But there's a difference between having something as an option and having it inescapably, ubiquitously present. No one in Star Trek has to learn another language--ever. They just speak, and hear, their own.

This means their ears don't get to hear the different sounds that these languages make. The tones, the clicks, the trills, the glottal stops, the vowel and consonant clusters. (And we're not even getting into how the aliens may sound, if sound is even how their languages are embodied.)

But even worse, it means they can never be truly intimate with someone who speaks a different language. They can never be alone together, just the two of them. There's always a third party present, sliding neatly between them in bed, sitting with them at breakfast, standing between them as they contemplate where next to boldly go. It's just you and me and the translation software, my love. It's just you and me and our neural interfaces, which somehow will figure out how to convey circumlocutions, veiled sarcasm, passive aggression, tentative queries. These things can take us a lifetime to master in our mother tongue, but the tech is clever enough to do all that for us--across languages. In the end, do I love you, or do I love the translation tech? Cyrano de translation tech.

I'm thinking I might want to play with this in a story sometime: ardor driving someone to the boldness of learning their beloved's linguistic ways so they can speak with them face to face, no longer through a [tech] mirror darkly.
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cindy ([personal profile] tsuki_no_bara) wrote2025-10-31 01:40 am

*spooky noises*

my fellow americans! according to my random holidays calendar tonight is haunted refrigerator night. we all know what tomorrow is. :D

in that vein, the monthly admin lunch was today and of course it was a halloween lunch. we even had candy, stickers to decorate our trick-or-treat bags, and costumes. well, some costumes - a nun, a shark, the mouse from if you give a mouse a cookie (she wore overalls and had made a giant chocolate chip cookie out of cardboard), the green monster from fenway park, and possibly someone else. i brought a big plastic knife - for dismembering bodies in my bathtub - and dishwashing gloves - to wash up afterwards and also not leave fingerprints - and was a homicidal maniac (because they look like everyone else :D ). it was an excuse to wear my dishwashing glove earrings which my former roommate got me at the museum of clean in pocatello, idaho.

anyway, fun was had and chocolate was acquired and, uh, left at work.

and then on the way home a kid on the t who reminded me of cousin m's boytwin called me ma'am (MA'AM) and tried to give up his seat for me. i said thank you but no, i sit all day, i can stand on the train. he thought that was kind of funny. but i was ma'am-ed! MA'AM.

sigh.

yesterday was the general support staff lunch (indian food, yum) and tomorrow is the pi lunch that's every other friday so i only had to make my own lunch twice this week. sometimes i really like where i work.

when i moved i got rid of a couple of bookcases and got two from ikea to replace them. they came friday (and i met the two little girls who live across the hall), my sister came over saturday to help put them together and give me opinions on moving furniture, i moved all the books and knickknacks into them on sunday. after we built bookcases we got dinner from whole foods and watched the thursday murder club which was delightful and also had paul freeman! who you may or may not know as belloq in raiders of the lost ark. i did not recognize him at all and not just because raiders was forty-four years ago.

and sunday my curling team lost. again. my skip is kickstarting a witchy curling game which i share because a. he's my skip, but mostly b. CURLING GAME.

since stranger things comes back next month i've been rewatching the entire thing with a couple folks on discord. we just finished s1 and i forgot how creepy it is! i mean i remember that it's creepy but not how creepy. which is very. still like it, tho.

have an interview with helen mirren. because she's pretty cool.

there's a whole cookbook of gravestone recipes, those being recipes carved into people's gravestones. the cookbook author collected the recipes, tested them, and talked to the families of the dead person. sometimes love is stored in the gravestone.

there's a frank lloyd house in new hamster hampshire that's been added to the hysteric register but more importantly is open to the public. it's a usonian automatic which were intended to be nice houses that middle class folks could assemble themselves (i guess kind of like sears houses but designer) but which turned out to be a lot harder to put together than wright expected. consequently there aren't a lot of them. so who wants to go to new hampshire and see this one? :D

a kid in new zealand swallowed "up to 100" magnets, necessitating surgery when they all stuck to each other. that is a lot of magnets. O.O also, dude, why the hell did you SWALLOW them?
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vvalkyri ([personal profile] vvalkyri) wrote2025-10-31 01:37 am
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Today was amazing and I must to bed.

Oddly, as it turns out, the yellow QR code worked fine for at least one other person's phone, but we did get some of those printed with green instead.

We had a ridiculous amount of food come in given the short lead time* and the direct donations to Capital Area food bank alone had hit $15,000 by this evening and that campaign had only started Tuesday morning.

(This morning, about 48 hours after it was posted, it hit $10k. We did the math. That sounds like so much money doesn't it? SNAP serves 41 million people a month. $10k is 53 people worth. Or 3 seconds of the year. You'll hear that in the live stream below.)


Originally we had confirmed congressman Khanna, Beyer, and Raskin (who had literally a 17 min availability window) but then Khanna had to bail in the morning and Raskin had to bail near go time.

So the event speaking only really went for about half an hour and closed down and then Walkinshaw showed up like 10 min later so he ended up in the group photo op but wasn't on a live stream but I sent someone over to get some video with him I hope it happened.
Edit: he was interviewed by NBC4 and posted the group photo we invited him into over his protest of 'but I only just got here' on his Instagram (I do wish someone had gotten him a better one)


. MSN picked up Fox 5 DC's live stream of the shorter than expected but really good speaking segment . Which is especially good, because the person someone handed a phone to to live stream to Instagram was initially told hold it horizontal and was and then a bunch of people told him to hold it vertical so he changed it so the Instagram live stream is sideways.


Walkinshaw, a new rep from Virginia, didn't seem mad and was really nice and joined our group photo, the one guy in a suit surrounded by the rest of us in high vis, and holding one of the signs, too.

I noticed in some photos that someone posted on Blue sky that Beyer went and joined the crowd behind the speakers after he spoke.


I am especially happy about my part in making this happen.

I'm also pleased that I can see evidence of my process improvements, possibly in these Getty pictures and possibly in somebody else's I forget - things like I taped up a sign that was in amongst the food on one of the tables and it was my idea to use blue tape to identify the people who had just been introduced to the press as people willing to talk to them, and I was part of starting us sorting like with like from the beginning and as it came in.

David told me that anytime he mentioned me people told him how great I was.

It was just astonishing this came together so very quickly. I think the organizing chat started Monday evening. Thank goodness they were afraid that the weather wasn't good enough on Wednesday and moved it to today and thank goodness the weather suddenly got better today.

Long after everybody else was on their way out, a photographer for Somal News showed up. I cajoled the guy who started this to give her a quick snippet, and later this evening sent her some further pictures. I look forward to seeing the article. At one point she asked about what's the deal with fun food not ballrooms and I had to explain the whole Trump ballroom and a swing demolition and found this article which is kind of heartening


We then got back here, went to noise making, talked with some people there, went to all about burger and got chicken tenders (i think I managed to leave my whole soda there which is a little annoying, and boy howdy am I grateful that David was able to come and pick me up and help me get out this morning even though that was the afternoon because oh boy howdy was I scattered), and then I went inside the house and sat down on the floor for an hour making it rather look late to try and deliver something to Laurel but how to really nice conversation with Charles and Lisa for a while in establishing that and now sometimes it's 1:30 in the morning partly because I've continued looking at articles and finding pictures and stuff and stuff and stuff.


I really need to spend some time on life maintenance tomorrow.

I have zero idea what I'm going to do for halloween. There's a house dance I've been kind of meaning to go to in annandale, there's an Acro evening Jam in Columbia, and there's some movies outside and I don't know what to call it but it's sort of 4:00 on the beltway. I guess I have a couple options for clothing but I don't really have the energy.



*I think we sent five cars out split between the two food banks that were not Capital Area Food Bank. I keep kicking myself for not having thought to post to the big mutual Aid Facebook group or the welcome to DC Facebook group or my building link, but there were just so many moving parts and I thought of a little some of that and then didn't get to it in time. And who knows maybe walk in Shaw could have spoken if I had been a little faster at trying to track down additional speakers. But honestly, the food was basically there as bait for the media. If you're going to buy food yourself, that's much more for mutual Aid and community pantries - real food banks can buy food at the same prices grocery stores do; it's so much better to give them dollars to do so. Although yes there's a bunch of stuff that they're less likely to buy, like, say, multi packs of canned chicken from costco. And those that handle fresh at all that's entirely donations.
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canyonwalker ([personal profile] canyonwalker) wrote2025-10-30 08:25 pm

On the 14th Day, Hawk Gets the Boot

Today is Day 14 of Hawk's post-op recovery. At the time of her surgery they wrapped her foot in a half-cast, half-splint with strict instructions to put no weight on it. That made her close to immobile. She could hop around short distances with the help of of a pair forearm crutches— "short distances" being like from the bed or sofa to the bathroom. Going between floors in our vertical townhouse took focus and real energy. She tried to limit herself to one trip up and down per day. Today she had a followup visit at the clinic.

For the trip to the clinic Hawk used a knee scooter. It does no good in the house because there are stairs everywhere. But it's great for covering long, flat distances like from the parking spot in the garage to the clinic's front door, and from the front door to the orthopedic department. She zoomed along on the scooter, going faster than me, walking normally. Though heavy closed doors were her bane as it was difficult to balance while exerting enough force to open them. I caught up to her every time there was a door. 😅

At the clinic today they removed the cast and replaced it with a bandage wrap and a boot.

Hawk's cast is replaced with a boot (Oct 2025)

The boot can be taken on and off. And even the wrap can be removed (by us) at home tomorrow. After that she just needs to cover her foot with a sock. And before very careful with it when it's out of the boot, of course, because it's still healing. She'll need the boot for at least another 3 weeks, possibly up to 6 weeks.

The switch to the boot has made her more mobile. Now she can put partial weight on her foot. She still uses the forearm crutches to walk, but she can move faster with them because she can put her injured foot down to balance instead of having to hop along on one leg.

Hawk celebrated the change today by asking that we visit a local bakery that has her favorite, princess cake. She boldly decided to walk (hobble) from the parking area to the cafe. It was across the street and partway up the block. She was okay getting there though it took more out of her than she expected. So she bought all the princess cake they had in the display (5 pieces) and asked me to pull up the car for her hobble back out.


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lovelyangel ([personal profile] lovelyangel) wrote2025-10-30 08:00 pm

Kumoricon 2025, Day 0 – Thursday

Kumoricon 2025 Registration Hall
Kumoricon 2025 Registration Hall
Oregon Convention Center
Thursday, October 30, 2025
iPhone 13 mini photo

I have Kumoricon badge pickup down to a routine, with a preferred driving route from Barnes/Burnside to Everett/Steel Bridge to street parking underneath I-405. I left home at 2:30 pm so that I could listen to Marketplace on NPR during the drive – and fed Parking Kitty at 3:10 pm. I did a WAG and requested 45 minutes of parking time.

This morning we received an email from Kumoricon saying the Ginkoberry entrance was closed this year and that we could use the Holladay street entrance instead – which is what I did. I headed straight to Exhibit Hall E. Unlike last year, there was a long line which fed shorter lines in front of each of the badge stations. The wait in line this year was longer.

At the station, I presented the volunteer with a printout of my QR code and my photo ID. The volunteer was delighted. “You’re a Pro!” Apparently it’s much easier for their scanners to read paper than smartphones. And a lot of people don’t have their photo ID ready. I said I didn’t know if I was a pro or not, but she reassured me I was. She directed me to the program guide, lanyards, and clips, and I took one of each while she prepared my badge. She asked if I wanted a Day 0 ribbon, and I declined. “You’re the first to decline one!” Honestly, I don’t see why advertising that I attended Day 0 was cool in any way.

After leaving the station, I stopped to assemble my badge/lanyard, and then I walked back to my car. There were five minutes remaining on my Parking Kitty, so the round-trip Shizu-to-Shizu was 40 minutes. Unfortunately, it was now rush-hour, and I used one of my Lloyd-to-Home rush hour patterns so that I didn’t get too bogged down in traffic. Still, I didn’t get home until 4:35 pm.

Anyway, I’m now equipped for the convention tomorrow. I’ve already used Guidebook to plan a schedule. I’m not particularly optimistic for photography, as candid photography is nearly prohibited nowadays. 😞 I’ll set expectations low and hope to get one or two keepers over the three-day event. I’d actually like to skip Sunday if I could.

One bright spot is guest seiyuu Kikuko Inoue! Belldandy! (And a zillion other well-known characters.) I don’t know if I’ll stand in line for an autograph, though. 🤔

Kumoricon 2025 Pocket Guide and Badge
Kumoricon 2025 Pocket Guide and Badge
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lovelyangel ([personal profile] lovelyangel) wrote2025-10-30 06:49 pm
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Library Update #18: Bookwall, Completed

Bookwall
Bookwall

Yesterday (Wednesday), the remaining bookshelves were delivered, and in the evening I shelved the books that I had staged. I wasn’t exactly sure how many shelves would be available, so I left some extra room. Books keep coming, though, and there’s no such thing as too much empty space.

At any rate, I’m happy this wall is finally done. Work on the library continues, with new furniture arriving next Tuesday. My own office furniture won’t return until several days after that.