The puppy is asleep in his crate and Pickles is resting at my feet. The cats have been fed and the sheep all tucked in. A nice fire in the stove is keeping us warm and I've shed my soggy cold jeans for warm cozy sweats.
We started out to take some snow and sheep photos. But there was a piece of twine caught up on the axle. So with Gus on the seat and the camera hanging from the grip and Lewis trying to eat my cap I laid on the ground and worked at getting things fixed. And worked. And worked. Until I came in to get just the right tool. A small pocket knife with just the right blade. It needed a little touching up. Just on the tip. And it slipped. sigh. Getting band-aids out of the box and out of the wrapper while holding pressure on the leak in your hand is just a pain. And then it won't stick. sigh. Gauze, tape, vet wrap (in a nice blue). Add butterfly closures to my list of things to get. Sometimes, not very often, but sometimes I wish I had hands that worked right. But I have hands so I better not fuss!
I got a Christmas Garden from my brother and sister-in-law. It sits on my desk where it gets lots of light, and sun in the morning.
I wonder if I dare knit?