Hats, Mittens, Books

Greyhounds are a quiet bunch, as a rule. Stella the Foster is an exception. At 4 am she became jealous of the 4 others I'm babysitting. As I stumbled downstairs, song lyrics popped into my head
Four in the morning rain pouring down
the stove don't work, and my baby's left town
I don't recall the tune.

So I take pictures. Two swatch hats destined for Dulaan. Half of 3 pairs of mittens to go with hats commissioned last year. Medieval Hunting Scenes book, newly arrived. Stuff from the library, including the new Spenser book. Sample wisecrack : tough guy says "Who the f**k are you?" and Spenser replies "I often wonder, don't you? Late at night when you're alone?"

It's light out now. I'm going for a newspaper, then knitting and napping, if I can trick the dogs off the couch.