A little troubleshooting and reprogamming (thank you Richard) and the automatic mango warming lights are now back in business.
–wait what. Am I supposed to be getting something here and is it just going right past me.
So I stopped and said a prayer and let myself just feel whom it was supposed to be for: person A or person B? (Or anyone else, for that matter.) There’s no point in offering them ones they wouldn’t love as much. Or made of a fiber they can’t wear, maybe?
Person B.
Why it makes a difference, I have not a clue, and they’re both getting something from my needles. Switched, is all. And that’s fine.