The mohair stole is downstairs in the basement on top of the ping pong table being blocked. Even though I’ve poked at it and prodded it and glared down at it, it’s still not dry. It’s making me wait. I hate waiting.
To make me feel like I’ve made progress on it, I took pictures. Thanks to the lack of natural sunlight, the pictures are dark and difficult to assess.
Well, I feel better. I won’t bother it for at least an hour.
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