In return for taking care of Johanna's cat, Minnie (and not taking her to "work" with me), Johanna bought me some awesome lobster-claw cycling gloves. They've got padding on the palm, reflective stripes on the back, and dozens of tiny bicycles to make sure everyone knows they're for people who want mittens but also want to be able to change gears, rather than for people who want to dress like a cow and freak out oncoming traffic. The gloves I had with separate fingers weren't stopping my hands swelling up and turning purple with the wind-chill I get cycling down the hill when it's below freezing.
Minnie, despite going into acute (and briefly anuric) renal failure right before Xmas, is now off fluids, off meds, concentrating urine and has a normal level of blood urea nitrogen = rock on, kitty!
In a completely unrelated area, I may just have figured out the fastest and laziest way of ripping out wool for recycling. Grandmum would have approved.
I finally finished the socks for Mort with a DNA-cable up the front - I'm pretty pleased with them.
And sometimes Mort has to disassemble the oven door. The upside is that the handle no longer wobbles.
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