The whole evening went to one thing: running out the lines on the top of the bumper.

Bondo. Sanding. Sanding. Bondo. Round and round, until the evening was gone.

The top had to move off stock. And rather than fight it, pulling the left side toward the right, I made a correction on the passenger side too. Sometimes two sides don't meet by dragging one toward the other. They meet by moving both toward a common thing. And both edges came together.