Washing my sweater/hoodie broke it apparently, since after it dried (gentle cycle, air dry) I noticed that one of the pockets was hanging half off. Luckily for me, the thread was still attached at one end, so I unearthed my bag of sewing kits (I have four or five travel kits), figured out how to thread the needle, and FIXED IT. You can’t even tell. Then we went to see Dunkirk and I spent two hours crying. I cried horrified tears, sad tears, tears of pride, a few more horrified tears, and then some happy tears. Stupid emotional movie.
I also ate all the popcorn in existence, so I’m skipping dinner and going to bed early. All that crying wore me out.