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Away for the computer and Christine all yesterday: a carpentry project at the Meetinghouse, followed by a lovely outing with an East Palo Alto friend and tenacious_snail. We wandered through Whole House Building Supply & Salvage and then went to Ming's.

Home last night with treats for Christine, and we sat and watched Michael Wood talk about King Arthur. When he gushed in the millennial old abbey now derelict building about Geoffrey of Monmouth's writing about Arthur not being dry history but medieval infotainment, we both *squee*d. He can be so cute. And so i had a pint of real beer (we usually have Clausthauler or other NA beer) and three cookies. I checked email and voice to find an odd plea for help in prep for a meeting today, which ended up taking the time i had before bed.

To sleep, and to toss and turn and be pretty miserable. I'm not sure how the beer and/or cookies can be blamed for the night sweats, but i'm blaming them. I've dozed in and find more frustrating email this morning. One is in response to a message of mine: i can't tell if the response tone is just a flat business tone or a defensive tone. I didn't mean to trigger a defense. Christine doesn't read any defensiveness, so it's probably flat business tone.

I've skipped both the Unity with Nature meeting and Meeting for Worship: off to Meeting for Business. I'm sad to not have gotten the morning off the way i had planned, glad i can take the time to go with the tide.

Awwwww!

My parents went out to see Star Trek for their anniversary on Thursday when it came out. When i chatted with Mom today, she recalled that Star Trek was the only thing they really liked watching on TV when i was born, that the little black and white TV was the only entertainment they could really afford.

She enjoyed the film but thought the actor who played Kirk had his lips oddly puffed up, like with collagen injections. I thought it was just that he kept getting punched.