Today was take the cat to the vet day. Smudge hates this, of course, and hides whenever she gets wind of it. Patrick, assuming she wouldn't know what he was talking about, teased her: "Oh, Smudge, you're going to the vet. Oh, dear." Well, apparently the cat has picked up this vocabulary, because half an hour before we had to leave she disappeared. Nowhere to be found, even though I had not brought the cat carrier inside or anything else suspicious. Finally I found her in the farthest reach of the closet, and got a good scratching for my troubles. The actual visit was uneventful. On returning home, I welcomed the housecleaning ladies who are still at it as I write. The house hasn't been so clean in a long time.
I've holed up in the studio, working on the John hanging and, when I got to a stopping place, remembered that I'm supposed to make a banner for the fundraiser for the local artists group. this is one of those things said casually: "Everybody make a banner/flag to hang around the walls and make it look festive." Maybe it's more casual for painters--I had been putting it off because I had no idea what to make and didn't want to spend a lot of time on it. But, Eureka! I found a piece of applique in the closet left over from an old project, and it was large enough to cut up and sew onto a piece of red canvas. So my banner (not the prescribed size, but I don't care) is done. I'll take a picture and post it in a couple of days. Tomorrow I have to work at hospice.