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Sewing My Shorts

and other tales of learning to conserve more during a crisis

“Well, SHIT.”

My right index finger jabbed through a brand new hole just under the waistband of a pair of my favorite gym shorts. I don’t have many left. The bulk of what I own is boxed up in a storage unit well east of here in Aurora. My duds and all the rest of my stuff were supposed to be well on their way…