Cut up fingers and too much coffee; we took over the little cafe in the market this weekend. We don't know if it'll stick, but it was happy and fun.

A reprieve from the fact that we lost Silas on Thursday. He's in the pasture, outside of the windows he spent so many days behind, lying in the sun which filtered in. It was so sudden. It is so heart-wrenching. He was only 5, our poor sweet little puppy-cat.

My socks are tired and sad.