The steelworks always puts in me the desire to forge, but we got home from questing too late. So there was Italian food, and a horrible movie to mock, and then after everyone else went to bed I hacked together the feedback system for That Damn Robot. (Rule One of closed-loop controllers: easy to write, sisphyean to tune.) Been too long since I stayed up all night coding (since before Boston), and now that I'm done and pleased with myself and everything is mistysoft with dawn, I don't quite want to go to bed. There's something numinous about the translucency of hands held to the window, of light caught in cloudy silver on each stitch in the curtains and shadowblue's blanket, of the transfer curves still uncurling like smoke under my fingers. Things are a little softer, and a little more real. You can see the end of it from here.
Or maybe it's just sleep dep. :)