I don't know if I'll watch some/all of Academy Awards coverage tonight, but I'm thinking about hand work to have on hand–I have more appliqué sections planned for the tea towel challenge and there are a couple quilts that need hanging sleeves so they can be hung on the wall. Or maybe I'll start a new knitting project.
I don't know what I'll work on tonight or what I'll end up watching on TV, but I know the evening will look a little like this:
Me, in a comfortable chair, feet up and covered with a quilt, with a cat snuggling on my lap. Sometimes it's Johnny Be Good, other times it's Grace Hopper, who will often race me up the stairs and into the den when it's that time and impatiently watch me get organized and settled and make a lap for her.
Whomever is first, it won't be long until they are joined by their partner in crime.
There will be some jostling for position. Sometimes one, or the other, decides it's not worth the effort and will give up and go stretch out on on the carpet–my cats love the warm floors in this radiant heated house–or the nearby chair.
But usually, the rest of the evening looks like this, with me knitting or stitching and two cats dozing on my legs.
It's their ritual and part of my Slow Sunday Stitching habit, too.