One purchase I made last summer was my little 3D printer. It rested nicely in the front closet over the winter while we were away. Yesterday, I turned it on to allow it to update its software. I let the nozzle heat up and thought I should give it a test run at a little object. The unit contains most of the files I have ever printed or attempted to print.
I looked down at my hand and realized I wasn't wearing a ring. Where did I leave my most recent one? Perhaps, I left it by the sink in Mazatlan.
I printed one called Celtic-21 last night in brown. Today, I don't know where it is. We've not been out of the apartment as we're under quarantine, so maybe they simply vanish. I must've bought magical, disappearing filament.
I'm creating another.
