the kitties were tortured by a skink who got in the house and perched out of reach.
So they laid there and pretended to fit on the windowsill.
For the upcoming brewing marathon, I made a chalkboard in the basement. Plus I can maybe use it for sketching out new projects with Arch. Har har chuckle chuckle.
And my beloved outdoor chairs got a fresh coat of paint. They weren't rusty so much as stained from falling, rotting pecans.