Three AM and there was to be no sleeping. Chicken (Soul-o aka Bugs) got up and began to hunt crickets in the studio. So many this year. It got crazy. I diverted him with a snack. We made coffee. It is warm. No fire.
A little night stitching. Something small. Light. Some chatting. The cat went back to sleep. More chatting.
6:AM. The alarm just went off so I don't forget to put out the trash. Too many scavengers around here to put it out the night before.
A very bedraggled fox just ran by. I smelled her first. No camera.
Soul-o aka Chikken aka Bugs wore himself out yesterday. A day that almost seemed like July. This morning's temperatures in the 50s, he decided it was an indoor day and took up residence near the cloth I call Home. Went into a rainy day coma.
I finally sneaked the cloth away from him and did a little stitching. Pattern is on my mind. I will be considering that a lot soon.
Between the oak droppings, the caterpillar droppings and the drizzle, I have decided to make it an indoor day as well. There is lots of stitching to do.