I didn’t get nearly enough Roby time. I was on the computer loads. Doing an interview and the prep for that interview, then the work on either side of it, the usual, normal work. Tomorrow might be better. I think I’m going to take her to lunch to visit Jacob. Before that, and after it, I’ll be doing some work, the normal work kind, and also on the apartment. I ordered the stuff to finish the better part of it today, so I’ve got to get ready for that. That means trimming up all the foam and sweeping. The foam trimming migth actually be fun, I’ll do it with a grungy old oscillating saw blade, that’ll make quick work and it won’t dull one of my knives. 

I was proper excited for Roby to be able to wear sound protecting headphones, but she doesn’t like them much, and as it turns out, the sound is just a single part of what a person with tiny fingers might need to be protecting from. There’s the dust and the toxicity, and of course, the spinning, or oscillating, or just straight, blades to watch out for. And since I’d be the one operating them in tight corners surrounded by toxic nonsense, I don’t get to do as much work with Roby as I might’ve guessed. The Yankee workshop this is not. 

We’ve been watching loads of Little House on The Prairie lately, and it’s fantastic. Just lovely in most of the ways it could be. I like everybody in it and I like the stuff that they get up to and the lessons they teach you while they do it. 

Pa does a bunch of woodworking and house making and furniture fixing and what not and his trips to the hardware store make me plum jealous. He rides his wagon home with not much in it besides lumber and nails and paint. Me? It’s construction adhesive and expanding foam and grain filler and plastic sheeting. I envy him, truly. But, he’s a tee vee show, and my Roby’s real, and so’s the efficiency of the not so little house she lives in, God bless her.