Non stop downpour all last night. This morning, the neighbourhood scraggy-looking beaten-up cat who likes to sleep in our driveway can be found on the deck: to the left, le deluge; to the right, the ten inches of dry created by the overhang of our roof.
And one irritated cat. You see he's got one eye closed? Actually he's only got one eye. That's how beaten-up he is.
Look! Thumbs. The Year of the Hand has come early. 
You knit these gloves fingers-down. So you make all the fingers separately and then put them together and carry on into the hands. It's massively fiddly but I guess it means you get the fiddly bit done first.
Eight more fiddly bits to go.
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