I was on a call last night with some of colleagues and mentioned the masks the Mrs. and Girl Child have been cranking out. Hesitatingly, each asked about availability.

This morning, they cranked out another batch and, on a glorious spring afternoon, I rolled the roadster out and about to deliver.

Rowing the gears, top down and radio on, was good for my soul. Helping out a collection of dear friends was even better.