Stopped being dizzy in time to go to the Kite Festival on the shore of Lake Michigan.
Benefitted from markgritter figuring out why the internet connection was so insanely slow to his laptop.
Finished the Gwyneth Jones novel I was reading and started the second Libba Bray book, which is overwrought in a way that's really working for me at the moment.
Showed markgritter's parents Galaxy Quest. Teared up at the end as usual. I'm wondering if I have the mental pathways to some more-optimistic science fiction from here; we'll see. The emotional lineage will probably not be visible to anyone who doesn't know me very, very well; but then what's new with that.
Still have no idea what Charlie Parker has to do with the necklace I'm wearing, but we'll get there eventually.
Am hoping that Ista will feel more settled this evening, because last night was Not Much Fun. For her, either, I'm sure: Where are we? Why are we here? What was that? Is that a bad noise? Where are we? etc. etc. etc.