(I mean the creature, not Steve McQueen...) So I am trying to knit a bit and drink a lot of juice. (I may actually turn into a grapefruit soon...which might be interesting!) The cats have been quite companionable, and are making great sacrifices to keep me company by staying in bed with me, and even keeping the bed warm while I'm up:
And I am wandering about in my PJs, my befuddled brain pondering the mysteries of life, such as Whether I Should Watch Season 2.5 of Battlestar Galactica Without Ferdy, and Why So Many Knitters Seem to Have Cats AND Watch BSG....And this scenario: One of my Mexican students was wearing a lovely, intricately-cabled sweater the other day. I complimented her on it, and she said her mother had made it. "Really?" I asked - the work was quite exquisite. When she said "Yes," I stepped a little closer to have a better look. She laughed. "My other teacher told me about you!" she said. Hmph.