It is quiet here, except for the purring cat. The occasional train rumbles by with the tracks within a couple of miles. I can hear the whistle in the distance as the freight trains roll across the various crossings.
And the cat purrs on. Only one of the two, Onyx is being both chatting and actually physically demonstrative. I am not sure what he thought when attempting to chew on a small bit of my hair and it all came out in his mouth. I wish I had a photo of his totally astonished look. He is wandering back and forth behind me looking for something I am sure to play with. An item that I would appreciate him appropriating. Yarn? Embroidery floss? Perhaps a nice rattling rolling object? No, not my pill bottle thank you very much!
George did the transportation services while I had the pleasure of a day of mostly rest. A bit of sewing, a bit of knitting, a decision not to cross-stitch on black without enough light. With a bit of over the phone help, I have completely conquered threading my new serger (well, ok Nov new) so will tackle the entire pile of p.j.s and head scarves tomorrow besides packing for Singapore.
It is later than I planned, but listening (I think I skimmed the book when it came out) to Bujold’s Captain Vorpatril’s Alliance which I am enjoying quite a bit although I think she overplays Ivan’s lack of ambition and excessive ignorance at times..