Later, a news report of an incident of people being killed while outside in North Toronto, by some guy who had anger issues. You can read about that here- and I wondered how something like this happens. There is no answer, and there is no making sense of any of it. What is most hard to come to terms with is why the need for all those families who suffered loss, and those injured? Let's be clear- it could happen to anyone, anywhere, anytime, and the lack of control any of us have over it is overwhelming.
Okay. I've said what I need to.
I've been working on my Brighton Rock. This is slow growing, and I have very little attention span.
I've finished some Harris Tweed socks (free pattern on Ravelry). A really simple, but effective pattern, in Socks That Rock "Pumpkin Patched".
The kitties are going through an enforced adjustment. Usually, they are allowed to graze the kibble bowl, and I give them soft food every morning. What has been happening is that bully Clawed nudges the other two away from theirs when he hoovers up his, and they get very little, and he throws up from eating too fast. So, everyone gets a tablespoon of kibble, and I split a can of soft food 3 ways. Twice a day.
They are so hungry they eat whatever they get. Less waste, less rotund kitties. We also get rock'em sock'em robots while I'm filling the bowls.
Better times, huh?