. . . I found it all on my own

[rolanni]

What went before: Today's writing was tweaking what I wrote yesterday. Maybe, a net gain of 200 words, when all's said and done. Tomorrow! A new scene.

Everybody have a good evening; stay safe; I'll see you tomorrow.

Thursday. Cool and damp and said to be fixin' to rain. Windows open, because? Anybody? Yes? Yes, you there in the orange sleeveless tshirt. Correct! Because cats.

Tuesday night, I got about four hours sleep, mostly due to Trooper needing All The Cuddles, and None of the Cuddles on about a 20 minute rotation. Last night, I collapsed early and was let to sleep for damn near nine hours, and honestly, I could do it again, right now. This not being feasible, I'm taking on caffeine.

Breakfast was tomato and cheese on anadama bread with a side of grapes. Lunch will be fish, because I have once again fallen off the fish wagon. It's been a real eye-opener, how close Steve watched the menu and made sure of the rotation of various foods.

Among yesterday's few accomplishments, I ironed my finished project and put it in the embroidery book, and! I chose my new project, which is pictured below.

Today, aside from the making and eating of lunch, and the various duties that attend a cat parent, I do intend to write. That's is -- one good intention at a time.

Who else has good intentions today?

Today's blog post title brought to you by Stitch

The new project: