Raoul chewed through the yarn that I was knitting. I thought, "Shoddy yarn, broken thread, fie!' and then noticed that the end was soggy. It is ever so hard to knit with small cats around. Even old Jack was relentless in stealing my skeins.
The tree is on the porch for the reason of bad cats. They can look but cannot touch.
The roofers begin today. I am worried that my curtains are too sheer and that early morning roofers will spy me disrobing.
8:36 a.m. - 2003-12-19
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