happy cat

Ben decided that the yarns left over from the knitter's swap have been arranged just for him.  With the wind and the rain making the house rattle, a little timid cat NEEDS a nice basket to curl up in.  Actually, he would prefer hot laundry, but then, who wouldn't?

Since I was bragging about the good mileage I'm getting with the car, many people asked what kind it is.  I have a Prius C, and am still not getting the best out of it. It has an onboard readout that tells you how much gas you are using, and if you drive cautiously and slowly(not my style) your mileage improves.  I am more likely to roll down the windows, turn the radio volume up to "stun" and blast down the freeway playing "Tubular Bells!"

I am finally getting used to the shift lever being on the floor.  For weeks now, every time I go to put it in drive, I hit the windshield wiper stick because that's where my automatic muscle response is used to going.  Muscles learn slow, and never forget.  I think it's called autonomic reflex.  I am teaching myself to associate red car with shift lever on the right.  Contrary to what you might expect, I am trainable.

The toe and leg that were injured when the fig tree mugged me are now healed enough that I can get back on the treadmill.  Oh boy! More Firefly today!