Warm Feet

Well here I am. A winter evening with one cat on my lap my 85 pound dog on the couch next to me with his head also on my lap and two balls of yarn. Kitty is trying desperately to be good and not chew on the dangling strand of yarn. I'm working on another pair of socks. Wearing socks that I've made give me great satisfaction. It makes me feel if the world ran out of socks tomorrow and I had a few sheep, I probably would still have warm feet.