There's a hint of a chill in the air, and a certain crisp scent on the breeze that heralds the end of summer. And if that weren't enough of a clue:
Lap season has clearly started. (The lovely quilt atop the husband and underneath the cat is my mother's handiwork. Cookie *looooves* the quilt.)
This week, I've knit some socks, some hat, some sweater, and some mitten, but I don't have any FOs to show off. I blame the cold- I picked up a low grade infection Monday that is a picayune measly little thing as viruses go- but yet enough to make me want sleep, sleep and more sleep, and to be a nagging irritant when I'm awake.
I'm planning to kick its little viral butt this weekend, always supposing my fuzzy housemates let me sleep it off. Biscuit, however, has added a new trick to his repertoire of 'ways to get Mom up when she's lying there being boring'. Yep. It turns out to be really hard to sleep when a fluffy cat is patting you with his paw in your armpit. Wish me luck!