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Cleo was very good this morning, in that she didn't immediately wake me up at 4.30am by yowling in my ear, demanding breakfast. Instead, she waited until the (barely) more reasonable hour of 5.30, and at that point, stood on my chest and yowled, followed by curling up next to my face and purring.
I think I prefer the more obnoxious yowling in my ear, because then at least I have an excuse for throwing her out of the room. When she curls up and purrs, she's too cute to toss anywhere.
Of course, I still win, because she got tired of purring after about fifteen minutes and went away, and I managed to doze until 6.30, so she got her breakfast late. Score one for the mama, zero for the kitten.
I spent yesterday doing a few errands after dropping the parental units off at the airport. Is it just me, or is dropping people off at the airport a thousand times nicer now that non-passengers aren't allowed past security? Really, who actually wanted to spend the hour waiting in line with your departing guests, and then sitting at the gate? (Okay, maybe sometimes; I still go in with Bill every now and then. But that's different, he's usually flying to Timbucktoo or something.)
One of the errands was to the local cross-stitch store, where I chatted with the owner, who's converting a cross-stitch pattern for me. It looks really good, but she had me sit at the table and pick out colors from the main DMC book, which was actually quite a lot of fun. Now I'm worried the colors will be too awful together, but I can change them later on the fly, I suppose. And there aren't half as many in this pattern as there are in Erised (which has the ungodly number of 70 different colors altogether).
The good thing is that she won't be done with the pattern for at least a week, which means I'll actually get to finish off Page 4 of Erised before I have to put it down again, most likely by the end of the week - I've been moving pretty quickly on it recently. Knock wood.
Over 500 people have viewed Chapter One of Reflections at Teaspoon, and some 140 of them have read the second chapter. Not that I'm counting, or anything. *grin*
I think I prefer the more obnoxious yowling in my ear, because then at least I have an excuse for throwing her out of the room. When she curls up and purrs, she's too cute to toss anywhere.
Of course, I still win, because she got tired of purring after about fifteen minutes and went away, and I managed to doze until 6.30, so she got her breakfast late. Score one for the mama, zero for the kitten.
I spent yesterday doing a few errands after dropping the parental units off at the airport. Is it just me, or is dropping people off at the airport a thousand times nicer now that non-passengers aren't allowed past security? Really, who actually wanted to spend the hour waiting in line with your departing guests, and then sitting at the gate? (Okay, maybe sometimes; I still go in with Bill every now and then. But that's different, he's usually flying to Timbucktoo or something.)
One of the errands was to the local cross-stitch store, where I chatted with the owner, who's converting a cross-stitch pattern for me. It looks really good, but she had me sit at the table and pick out colors from the main DMC book, which was actually quite a lot of fun. Now I'm worried the colors will be too awful together, but I can change them later on the fly, I suppose. And there aren't half as many in this pattern as there are in Erised (which has the ungodly number of 70 different colors altogether).
The good thing is that she won't be done with the pattern for at least a week, which means I'll actually get to finish off Page 4 of Erised before I have to put it down again, most likely by the end of the week - I've been moving pretty quickly on it recently. Knock wood.
Over 500 people have viewed Chapter One of Reflections at Teaspoon, and some 140 of them have read the second chapter. Not that I'm counting, or anything. *grin*