Last night, I awoke at four AM. I was laying on my right side, and Sekhmet was sitting directly in my line of sight, right next to my head. Eyes bright, ears perked, whiskers on red alert. I suspect she had patted my face to wake me up. I stared at her for a moment, and shut my eyes again.
So she smacked me in the cheek.
Then I threw her off the bed.
(I would like to add, the cat's got all her claws and could have ripped my face off if she'd wanted. Near as I can tell, this is playing, to judge from the look on her face.)
Anyway, I'm tinkering with the blog, which should be pretty obvious. Knitting half a dozen gauge swatches, I hope. (I'm afraid it'll wind up being a dozen.) Am cooking up my new semi-zen project (lots of stockinette, but with some funky decreasing in certain obvious places); I'm dyeing pre-spun yarn for part of it, and spinning some self-striping yarn for the rest. Should keep me busy a while. Plus I'm dyeing silk and wool for this Knitty article. Yay?
(Shut up, Ang. Redwings suck.)