I still hear my cat's trill sometimes, and I'll think I see her out of the corner of my eye...but I know she's not there. Thanks for the kind words that I've received from so many people in so many ways.
Dale is getting over a bit of a chest cold so he went to bed early. I'm just waiting for Benny Hill to start so I can make serious inroads on the end of my shawl--four more rows and then I'm starting the sawtooth border that Elizabeth Zimmermann described. I thought about trying something lacy but to be honest, with using worsted-weight wool has turned out such a dense fabric that I think it needs a sturdy border.