I'm soft

Soft like the focus of this photo.

Soft like putty in the paws of our affectionate barn cat – which you might notice is not in the barn.

It was still pitch dark yesterday morning when I arose and went to the living room to have worship. In short order, my quiet reverie was interrupted by a most piteous mewing, first at the front door and then at the deck door. I tried to ignore it, but like I said, I'm soft. I went to the deck door, scooped Chuckie up, and sat down for a love-fest. That seemed to sate him, for all was quiet after I put him back outside . . . until last night . . . and this morning. But I didn't bring him inside again; we spent our quality time at the barn at chore times.

Don't worry; there's still time and attention left for the dogs.

No pretty sunrises the last couple days, but the low clouds creeping up the hill this morning caught my eye:

Speaking of soft, I finished this gift-knit:

It's borderline too big for me; hopefully it will fit the recipient.

This evening I cast on a new project – or four:

Any guesses about what I'm making? (No, I'm not making tip-down gloves.)

That's it for tonight from . . .