This morning I was awakened by the arrival on my chest of a purring grey juggernaut with a big ball of waste yarn in its mouth - which ball, as I subsequently discovered, featured a tail that extended out the door, all the way down the hall, and half-way down the stairs.
I did not have the camera handy at the time (No! I’m not that blog-geeky yet! I do not keep the camera loaded and ready on my nightstand! though… maybe I should…?), but I’m afraid this set me thinking, and thinking set me researching, and researching set me doing. I am NOT going to apologize, so there, but a couple of you (naming no names, of course, but I might be secretly thinking of Steve and Helen, among others) may wish to stop reading here and now. Everyone else… proceed at your peril.
I’ve never done anything like this before, but I don’t guarantee I’ll never do anything like it again. It turns out to be awfully hard to stop.