A Slow Sunday . . . and Sewing Face Masks!

It seems that in the time of Coronavirus, Sunday mornings have gotten even slower . . . longer reading of the New York Times in bed . . . with coffee . . . no rush, especially knowing that it got so warm that the slushy snow wasn't going to be good for much outside.

No pictures, but the crabmeat quiche made for a good late breakfast, and we decided to move ahead with the face masks that are now requested to be worn outdoors (when going to a store we assume, not just if we're biking or skiing.) I found two bandanas that I've had for a while, a pillowcase for good lining, and a pattern with a pocket for an additional filter if desired. The one thing that we didn't have, and that no one seems to have is elastic, but we found some old cording that Brian had from years ago and used that for around the ears.

I wore mine to try it out when we walked to Fire Island Bakery to pick up our order (in the parking lot, enforcing social distancing), and Brian tried his and tried to get Kira to participate when we got home!

Kira was far more interested in laying in the sun on our deck and watching for the pesky squirrel that's eating the bird food.

And I got to pick up a donation of sourdough starter from Corrie Whitmore that she thoughtfully taped to her porch wall so that we could come and pick it up! I can't wait to make something with it! Pancakes? Bread? All in all, another good Sunday!