My sewing machine is in the shop. It's an oldie so I am hopeful that they can even find parts for it. (It's older than our marriage--1982 vintage.)
It's my worry stone, my therapy, my "calm down" thing to do.
Guess I'll have to do something else. Well, walking does seem to help. I need all the (good for me) stress relief I can get.
But it doesn't help me make things to make money. Oh, well. There are other things to do, piling up, it would seem. Having a hard time keeping caught up, but I feel it will get better. It's going to have to.
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