Moby is not usually good with being covered, but my wool shawl that I got in Saudi,* seems to be acceptable tonight. He's tired, Dave and K came with their boys, and it was a loud couple of hours. Moby happy to have the older boy pet him, retreating to the back room only after the younger got loud. Moby also sociable with D's brother and SIL earlier. He's pooped.
Sitting on a cushion, my back against the fireplace, a view of the home.
To my right, the cat.
To my left, the door, now with weather stripping (not visible, but working well.)
*One of very few mementos from that time and place. An unmatched pair of large belled earrings, a tablecloth (the white curtain on the left of the top photo), and the shawl.
Labels: House the Home