Two days' worth of template drawing = progress.
Although "progress" is relative, because #3 on a to-do list of 18 (that's only before the testing stage) is just a euphemism for "looooooooong way to go".
Friends, please don't let me give up and start sewing zippered bags.
Because I really, really want to do that right now.
And I mustn't.
Which makes me think that zippered bags are like a drug.
Which I need.
But can't have.
Which makes me feel un-Whoo!
Which is a state of regress.
Which is the opposite of progress.