Social Distancing, Day 60*

Who could see that a man would come

Who would change the shape of my dreams?

Helpless now, I stand with him

Watching older dreams grow dim....

- Fiddler on the Roof

Today at work, I started off sewing mask binding on this machine:

This machine, which I call "Agatha," is responsible for my punctured fingernail.  Most of the time Agatha is a brat. I find myself having to rethread her needle on a near-constant basis. Her one cool feature is the knee-operated presser foot raiser/lowerer.

Speaking of my injury, let's have a look-see:

I also started using the serger. Look at this cute old monster:

And holy poop, do I love using it. It's so smooth and dreamy and fast, and I love the sound it makes. It reminds me of an old manual typewriter.

R picked me up (Hubby supervising) and we went to Cold Stone Creamery. I had the Founders Special, with added pretzels. 

My new book arrived:

I bought it used. Tucked between pages 94 and 95 was this newspaper clipping:

....which of course I'm keeping. 

*Sixty days of social distancing have come and gone, and I think I'm done counting for now. Nothing much has changed since the lockdown began. Some things are starting to open up, but school's still out, Hubby telecommutes every day but Wednesday, and we're still mostly at home. I don't see anything changing for a while.