After the party Friday evening, it took me about half an hour to clean up after the party, and to put the living room and dining room back to “normal,” and then me and the fat(cat)boy hit the hay. I took it easy yesterday, slept in and did some reading, and otherwise lounged around. It felt good to just kick back and relax.
Last night, I dreamed about the last two kitties I lost, Gobi (below) and Stormie (left). I was in this sunny, carpeted room with a large multi-paned window sitting on the floor with the fat(cat)boy, scritching him, looked over, and there was Gobi, the white one. I petted him and scritched him and was so glad to see him again. I said I wished that my baby girl was there, too, looked up, and she was walking in through the window glass. I called to her but I couldn’t get her to come down to me so I could pet her. Still, it was so good to see them both again, if only in my dreams. I miss my sweet little baby girl and that obnoxious little white boy. . .
I’m going to be taking it easy for a while, now that I’m finally (99%*) all moved in. I’ve got a couple of knitting patterns I want to write — a hat to match JT’s Cabled Man Cowl, and fingerless gloves with an owl on to match WOL’s Owl hat, cowl and scarf. I’ve got a gazillion UFO**’s to finish, I’m way behind on my TV watching. . . Busy. . . busy. . .