It couldn’t last forever. Sooner or later I had to make something that I could touch, despite everything still buried in Mt Flood.
Fortunately the Cricut has been stuffed in a corner of our bedroom since that fateful day in January. Even more fortunately, Cricut supplies were on special this weekend at Michaels! I have no idea where to begin excavating for the old ones.
I pushed all the placemats aside and set the machine up on the dining table, where it is merrily cutting some (also newly acquired) styrene. Incidentally, it appears that OnShape and QCADCAM have conspired to create a hugely inefficient path for the Cricut. It seems like no two line segments are connected, and the head is popping up and down like a sewing machine.