Not much to report

I'm dogsitting Mariah (the mini-chihuahua). For the 24 hours she's been in my presence, I've seen her about 35 minutes. She spends a lot of time under the couch, occasionally appearing to have a bite of food and a few sips of water. She walks around the perimeter of the room, rarely crossing into open space. She may have been in prison in a former life.

The &%*$& cat stopped by again last night, but luckily only once. I had the large cup of water ready, but it didn't show itself again. Chicken cat.

I'm rereading the Harry Potter series but I'm not going to count them as separate books since I've read them before (more than once). That's why the book list isn't growing.

The sister tank top is going slowly. One ball of yarn down, probably 3 to go. Sis is on vacation this week in Seattle, so she's not really in need of a tank top, right? It's chilly there, right? (No need to answer, I'm quite happy laboring under my delusion, thank you).