More speaker socks.

Ten white lycra drawstring covers, smallish, as professional speakers go. Stitched all day. The dog followed me from the cutting table (a mat on the bed, back of the apartment) to the industrial sewing machine (the front room) to the zig-zag machine (on the kitchen table, in the middle of the apartment; where all kitchens should be). He was tireless in his observation. I think he might know how to sew now. I'm not sure what the ethics department will say. Heck, the ethics department is a little ticked at me for working on my day off. Paycheck: worth it? Perhaps.