What's Tilda barking it?

Barking from over the road led Bean to leap off her bed and onto the deck where she could check what was going on; without bothering to remove her blanket. What a goose of a dog she is. 

Nothing was occurring, so she returned to bed, re-wrapped herself and went unconscious again within seconds. Oh to be a dog.

Having survived yesterday's surprise long walk pretty well, I braved G's garden this morning, on "light duties". It included reorganising her watering system, picking up feijoas from beneath the trees, and taking a hundred box hedge cuttings, then trimming and planting them. It was all done without any difficulty and no further damage to my hamstring. 

There is no pain or even tightness in it this afternoon, so I am confident that it is definitely on the mend. I'm very aware that this is the danger time: when I need to remain vigilant about Being Sensible.

To that end I have more sewing projects to progress - some mending, some new creations. 

Oh my goodness, I just saw the news that the Orange Menace has been found guilty of all charges against him. That has made me whoop and cheer for the American justice system.