When the Loom Faerie came in from school last night, I asked how much homework she had to do. A lot! She did say she could go for groceries and gas with me. They deliver my groceries to the curb, but freeing up someone at the station to pump my gas has never happened.
Beggars can't, etc., and I settled for what I could get. And first there was snow. I woke to fat flakes putting down a couple of inches all over and around my get away car! Beggars can't be choosers, I groused, and set about turning on warp.
When I was this far on, three bouts, the Loom Faerie looked around the door frame and said she was on her way out to clear the car for the grocery run. What a kid! By the time she came back to say time to go, I had my all time record of four consecutive bouts done. I was too tired to argue.
We came back, I ate lunch, and felt decent enough to pick up warping where I'd left off. I made it through three more bouts of 125 turns each and then I crapped out.