Since it's now 2:09 a.m. as I write this, it is officially Saturday, even though I haven't been to sleep yet.
Like a lot of people I've noticed that the weekends are painfully slow here. Everybody says how slow it is, let's put our blogging where our mouths are.
No clear idea here about what to write about. I've been jumping from Facebook to here and back and forth all night whenever I take a break from my knitting. I have at least three knitting projects going, one cross-stitched towel that needs to be finished, and about five, no maybe seven quilts in progress. I finished a mystery project last night after my machine started working again. (I gotta say, uni, the ol' stink eye works wonders to intimidate irritating mechanical devices. Does it work on cats?)
Speaking of cats, my new cat-baby, Theo has fit in very nicely, and has even won over mrM. He will even pet him when he thinks nobody is looking.
The cat has won the battle of Man vs. Cat. He managed to overcome any obstacle mrM devised to keep him out of the bedroom closet. Closed sliding door? Nope, Theo blew right through it. A very tall box in front of the door? Pffft. The cat laughed in his face.
He's my spoiled-rotten, catered-to, sweet lovey kitty. He's his mama's good boy. His meow sounds like he's saying "uh-oh". And like with my stinkly old kitty, I very rarely call him by his official name. I mostly call him BuddyBigButt, and various sillier names that I refuse to mention on the grounds that I'll look even more foolish than I already do.
Okay, I've probably bored you all enough for one blog. Christmas is only 48 days away -- I need to keep knitting.




