Halfway to finding a table. And other wonders.

I really did it-- half my table is cleared of junk, and the rest isn't so deep as it was, either.
What's more to say? I have at least enough space to play a decent game of solitaire, or open a book all the way. I'm not going to post a photo tonight, since the job isn't really complete; but I now have the satisfaction of knowing I can find my dining table. Maybe I'll have to actually dine on it now.

Work progresses, slowly, on type sorting and arranging. I work in the print shop (unheated, no power) until my feet get cold, then I come in and spend the rest of the day thawing them. It isn't even cold outside, but standing around makes my feet get cold. Even on padded flooring.

Cicero & Flora are getting used to each other. Cicero follows Flora around, telling her repeatedly how much he would like to be her friend; but she's reluctant to deal with this teenage upstart. When cornered, she hisses and growls. What a soap opera!

But hist! I can hear the Clarion Call of a sock... it's purple... and it's almost finished! Got to go watch TV, snorgle some kitties, and knit on sock! Happy weekend!