Maybe I should knit lace only in the mornings.
Or, say, daylight hours. And after I’ve had coffee.
Also, between Harley barking at god knows what last night, (he let the coyote on the next block where its next meal was waiting the night before) and resuming the food wars by stealing Zoey’s breakfast three! times this morning, I’m very cranky.
Although the latter would not be an issue if Zoey would just eat instead of staring at her food suspiciously.
I suppose Harley’s preparing for the next coyote offering.
