plastic is evil, but coordination is good

Today I developed a sensitivity to the plastic of my cell phone. For various reasons, I've been spending a lot of time on it, and I thought I'd noticed that I was starting to smell funny. That would explain the funny smell, and that reaction really sucked.

Then I learned that since the last time I sewed hooks-and-eyes onto a skirt, my coordination has improved to the extent that the procedure takes minutes instead of hours.

So to heck with the phone; I'll get over that. I still had a pretty good day.