I'm sitting in my comfy office listening to the radio trying to drown out the sound of my neighbor screaming at her screaming child. This neighborhood is getting too crowded & waaay too noisy! It used to be that I could pound on the keyboard in peace & quiet with only the sound of my windchime tinkling outside the window. Why DO people pack themselves in cheek to jowl & then spend their time screaming & blasting their cars & radios???
It was very quiet & peaceful at 1:15 AM - maybe I should work at night?? I have been contemplating a move to quieter digs but moving 3 tons of books, a room full of fibre & seventeen cupboards full of canned goods scares HELL out of me. I think it's better to have a fire. Or run away.
And I've officially finished anoth

I was knitting on my top down sweater with Arvik last evening. The BT ran his fingers over the Sweater-in-progress & announced that it was 'soft but the wrong color for you'. Wrong color?? I DON'T think so! And I wonder who the color is 'right' for?? Hmmmm?? He's moving at last!! Yeah, I'll miss him - but not THAT much . . . .