So post trash and power plant tour; I attempted to work. Didn't work well, my focus was missing. It's that dang long arm sewing machine in the front room calling me regularly -- "I'm here!"
So after supper I came back to the office and quilted another twin size quilt ... again artful swirls and swoops. Dang, I think I'm in love. A spot of testy -- but once I changed the needle life got better.
Another top and back are lined up and ready to load. Now I really have to work and earn a living.
The long arm needs a name. Bertha, Betty, Tank (it's large enough) -- anything but Bessie. Too many Bessies in my world.