Sunday Is Supposed To Be A Day Of Rest? Really?

Found flashlight. Charged battery. Drilled placement holes. Swapped pedal brackets and knee levers. Took cabinet and other donation things to Goodwill. Returned truck to parents, along with the barrelful of compost and a half flat of seedlings (melons, cukes, tomatoes, calendula, zinnias). Stopped for lunch, did grocery shopping, came home, napped. Got up and found I had a metric ton of class 66 bobbins; parcelled a couple dozen out for my mother, since the brand-new bobbins that said they would fit her machine (a 201) apparently don't. Checked to see which bobbins my own machines need. The treadle and the Babylock use class 15s. The 128 handcrank uses long shuttle bobbins. The others (101, 401, and the 66 that's disassembled on the garage workbench) all take 66s.

No gardening at all this weekend. I am most put out.