All afternoon, I put elastic straps into masks, and the morning's mistake-fixing session helped me develop a new way of doing it that made my stitching look better. It was quite satisfying.
Next week, at Barbara's request, I'll spend a few days helping in shipping, preparing some of those wholesale orders I thought I was getting out of when I switched from shipping to production (kidding, mostly).
I feel like a very useful engine.
Later: Hubby, wearing my Mother's Day hat, watching The Fugitive with me, and explaining all the things wrong (law enforcementally speaking) with the tunnel scene:
We did exactly two Uber Eats orders tonight. It kept trying to send us to Portland but WE WEREN'T HAVING IT. Got some Burgerville out of the trip, though. Their blueberry ice cream sandwich is not to be missed.