Milking Inga went about as expected. After playing hookey the day before, her bag was as tight as a tick and almost impossible to get started. I truly sympathized even though I did tell her it was her own danged fault. That overfilled udder was tender and her way of telling me just how sore it felt was to lift one hind leg or the other and kick like crazy. Not only did I have those tiny teats to contend with, I had to protect the bucket, leaving me just one hand for the job. Milk squirted everywhere and the process took forever. The other girls milled around outside. Unlike Inga, they were all anxious for their turn. I don't know which of us was more relieved when she left the barn.
Most of the day was spent working on The Project, sometimes upstairs, sometimes down. I finally (big sigh of relief here) finished the prototype and I'm pretty happy with the results. Amazing what a difference the right tools make. After the previous struggles, I'd become determined to complete one, but "had me doots" about going into production. The finish work is a bit fussy and tedious, but as long as I can keep Bess and the cats off my lap so they don't scatter materials, I can deal with that. Onward, ever onward!