I love this time of year. I love especially that it is lovely and cool outside. Not hot. Not humid.
I think Lucy wants me to turn on the heat. And I want to open the windows to let in more cold air. I really don’t see how she can be cold with that lovely thick fur coat. But she is noticeably more snuggly, and when not pasted to me, is curled up on one of her cozy cushions. The temperature in my condo (without turning the heat on) ranges from 70 – 72 degrees F., for pete’s sake. Clearly, she is a pampered little cream puff.
I’ve made a bit of progress on the Rib and Lace Cardigan — see?
But don’t expect too much progress tomorrow — I’ve got other things to occupy my time tonight. For example, reveling in the peace and quiet. Perhaps I am getting old and cranky, but when did it become acceptable office behavior to play radios in an open office, have loud music as your cellphone ringer (and have your cellphone ringer turned on for that matter), have all-day personal phone conversations on the business phone lines, and congregate at the front desk to socialize for 45 minutes at a time, complete with loud braying laughter? Et cetera.
Yeah, I’m old and cranky.
“I still love you, Momma. Even if you are old and cranky and have the stupid windows open.”