1. Kaufman sits on my chest, heavy and warm, and purrs. He’s so close – and backlit by the window – that I can only see a fuzzy shape but boy, can I hear him.
1b. Much later Strange sits on my knee – a strange thing for Strange, she’s more of an a la mode cat. She too is heavy and warm. Her mottling makes her fur look deeper, softer than the monotone others.
2. Peeking green shoots in the garden.
3. Yesterday’s work gets frogged as predicted and I wind the kinked yarn around the ball like it’s a Spirograph. Since I’m familiar with the pattern now, the project is reborn – with the necessary adjustments made – in no time at all.