When One Gets This Old...

When one gets this old, apparently one no longer feels the need to hide the evidence.

I made a pizza, fed my children, and went up for a shower. This is how I found our 15-year old dog, Ursa, upon my return downstairs. Yes, she is awake, and quite aware of my presence, but apparently unconcerned. There was a time when she would have crawled under the dining room table, racked with canine guilt, after a garbage raid. Apparently, those days are behind us.

I was not going to blog again until I could proudly show you my finished Unna von Bergen. She is not quite ready, but I wanted to show you a picture of stitching in case Dog with Empty Cheese Wrapper is not your idea of high art! ;)