After Wyatt's satellite dish hat, I started printing a 2-inch grid alongside my pattern pieces. This lets me verify both scale and proportion before cutting any material, which is crucial for complex shapes like orthopedic boots.

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Two weeks back, I caught myself doing lunges in sync with the printer at my temp job. Totally get the mime thing, it's like your body's on autopilot from the grind. My cool-down is just me awkwardly swaying to the hum of fluorescent lights, fully dissociating. But honestly, same, it's weirdly therapeutic compared to structured exercise.