Or not. That paper bag stood slowly up and walked toward me in the pre-dawn twilight. A large, fluffy, orange-striped cat. He wasn’t afraid of me but he wasn’t all that happy with me either. I suppose I interrupted his hunting activities.

That was just about 7:00 AM (EDT) and I was just finishing my walk and I had already been up 3-1/2 hours and droven (intentionally misspelled) to Metro and back. I got home from my walk and grabbed my shopping bags and… put gasoline in the Ninja, made a Toilet Paper Run to the Jackson Rd. Meijer, and mailed some mail to Cali at the post office uscan. Returned home again to put groceries away, do laundry, slug on the internet, and even do a little vacuuming and dusting. I HATE to vacuum and dust! I have been putting this off for too long. But (alas) “little” is the operative word here and I fear I will feel compelled to do some more of that stuff tomorrow.

Out again. Dangereuse expotition to fancy quilt-type fabric store. NOOOOO! I did NOT buy anything. And then later, I found the online Fat Quarters Shop and sat on my hands so as not to click Submit on the Kaffe Fassett “cabbage rose” fat quarter packet. Yay for me. Pooh, you are welcome to go out there and order it for yourself! Don’t tell the Marquis how much it costs 😈 The name of the game here at the Landfill is Use Up Your Stash, KW!. I didn’t splurge on Panera for lunch either.

Worked on the Landfill Dungeon and my UFP this afternoon. Uh, in which I figured out that I had attached a whole 12-block row (or column or whatever) upside down on my UFP and then decided that I didn’t want to pick the whole you-know-what blasted seam out I like it better this way and will continue on this track for the rest of the prodject (intentionally misspelled).

The day was like bookends in a way because on my afternoon walk, the one I hardly ever get to do any more, I encountered another fearless hunter. I wish I’d been quicker about getting my iPhone out because this character was a dead ringer for my aunt Katie’s old cat Boots. Black with white feet and frost-bitten ears. And looking at me with the disdain of a king regarding some insignificant little meat scrap.

G’night and may you always remember that the TSA gets grumpy when it finds Broker Knives and shaving cream in your carry-on luggage.
KW

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