slave master is down for the count after some kind of viral invasion force took over his body. After waiting all day yesterday for a walk, Leo resigned himself to the fact that he wasn't going anywhere. With a big sigh, he curled into a ball and tried to sleep. Feeling really sorry for him, I bundled up and jangled his leash. The beast went bonkers. Surprisingly, he was really good on our walk, didn't jerk the leash or wrench my back and only tore into one neighbor's trash bag (came up with a mouthful of paper towel). He did try to attack one ornamental deer. People in our neighborhood should feel safer when Leo is out and about, or at least be assured that the holiday decor will not gather and plan a revolt. That dog can carry on at the same inanimate objects until he's certain they're not alive and then the very next day, he acts the same toward the same exact objects. Other than that, I think he's really smart. Either he has a short term memory issue or he's perpetually hopeful that one day he'll corner the real McCoy.
It's remarkable how many people do laundry at midnight and the array of dryer fabric softener scents is fairly amazing. The neighborhood, though quiet on the outside, was apparently very industrious indoors. Block after block smelled like a giant floral bouquet and if I didn't know better, I'd think I lived in a garden spot--not somewhere a few miles north of Detroit.
Having been led astray by a good book, I'm not much further along on those mittens and still have a bit of embroidery to fill out the bottom part of the mitten. Can you identify what's on the mitten from what I did get done? I swear, I've looked at this pattern for days now and was so charmed and focused by the hearts on the thumbs that I couldn't see what was knit and embellished on the top of the hand.
On the pattern, it looked like a blob of white with nothing really remarkable.
This is why I love color knitting. Things aren't always what they seem at first, are they?