There seems to have been a night time visitor to my vehicle. Maybe more than one, I was not able to tell with exact accuracy, but some four footed critter used my car for a launch pad to the top of the nearest building.
There are known to be foxes, voles, rodents and other critters, but I can’t see them climbing. And there has been no signs of racoons in the garbage cans. But the tracks may have slightly too angular pads to be cat. Anyone with a good guess is welcome.
The crew has gotten more considerate, quieter. Perhaps their lack of sleep is finally catching up to them. Either that or I have successfully intimidated a whole building of people. Scary thought, that.
Forgot to flash the stash. Since everything all arrived at once, I now have a grand selection of solid color sock yarns including Loeut, Cherry Tree Hill and some STR.
The Victorian Lace is progressing well, I should have pixs tomorrow. The Fire on the Mountain has thrilled everyone in our section. It is certainly bright and colorful. To me it equally could have been named crayon or rainbow. So if you order it, don’t be surprised.
I am up to the Letter G in my Grafton retrospective and just loaded Taken at the Flood and Witness for the Prosecution of Christies to the MP3 player for evening listening.