Roy says hey.

Another long, long day.   I think I need a break.
I dyed more fabric, we sorted more loopers, and I started weaving another order, while Lois worked on Walking on Sunshine rugs.

You asked for more 'Roy', so here it is.
Sweet boy, Roy.

This is his chair, left to him by Ed.

 We are smitten with him, and he seems very happy to be with us.

He loves nothing better than to sit in your lap.  He is a love bunny.

I love his ears.

He is all muscle, this boy.

He is also quite compact.

Even princely at times.

 Nosy, too.

And after our walk, exhausted.

I wish I was more philosophical lately, but I am in work mode.  I don't have much time to think about life, I am too busy living it.  I think I should be more reflective, but I am concentrating so much on what I need to be doing, I am selectively inattentive.  My husband says that I am like a pit bull sometimes, when I get something in my head, I won't let it go.
I'm not complaining.
I'm never happier than when I have a purpose on my mind.
Sometimes when someone tells me that I work too hard, or that I shouldn't work so hard, my first thought is..........'huh?'
I'm having fun here folks.  Call it crazy, call it weird, but work makes my motor run.
It's that simple.
And when you work HARD, down time is all that much more precious.
Now I just have to get me some.