Sun came out so I rushed out. Then distracted by weeds, put out a little mulch, got my hands all icky. There is a lot to do out there and I am trying to avoid it. Can certainly understand those extreme gardens that have been paved and filled with un-plants. Let Lucy (the more active, slender cat) in the basement and now it sounds like a gang of thieves. She has certainly sighted a mouse and is banging around on top of the ducts. Yelling like she is in pain but it is just "Mommy, I saw him!".
The shawl progresses slowly, each row taking me at least an hour (seems), only about 20 left.