Outside it's blowing a gale.
As with quite a bit of this week, there have been various levels of precipitation ... aah ... precipitating.
There are two happy ducks
and four very grumpy goats
one small dawg who won't go out to do what a dawg's gotta do, unless I can absolutely, hand-on-my-heart guarantee him that he won't get wet
and three cats who are perfectly willing and able to use a litter box.
There has been a certain level of feline gloating about that last fact, and nasturtiums have been cast in Bear's general direction concerning his lack of manliness ... er... dogliness
and the tweaking of the wedding quilt continues:
Today was spent making minute changes and taking about 50 substantially identical photographs but I'll take pity on you all - here's the most recent:
I'll even tempt the Fates and suggest that I have now made all the necessary blocks [ including all the ones that didn't survive the cull ], stitched the sashiko, and am into the hand-appliqueing of assorted waves.