I finished the Collossions Cross at lunch. I'll block it and get it mailed off tomorrow to my cousin's husband, along with an encouraging note. It doesn't look like it, but the cross is in Navy Lizbeth.
I would have finished tatting the cross last night, but we had a big storm and lost power for several hours. The bad kitten used it as an opportunity to use his superior night vision and attack anything that moved, including me. And the other cats. Much growling and hissing.
You'll remember that I fell a couple of weeks ago - mostly due to being a klutz. Two years ago, I also had a fall at work. It wasn't in the same place, but it was close by, and in that fall I broke my right wrist. Guess what popped up on the sidewalk today right where I took that fall?
My guess is Someone Important took a tumble there. Maybe I shudda sued. It might have gotten noticed earlier. C'est la vie!