The kitties were happy to have us home today. The weather was not supportive of a trip to the Hamilton market today, besides, I was a little under the weather myself. A looooong week with donating blood before I came home yesterday had me a little knackered to say the least. I spent most of the morning mopping floors - a pennace for spending too much time at school and working on things I would rather do at home. The afternoon was all about soap. My almond soap is divine to work with. It always sets up beautifully and is a joy to cut. The Clary Sage is a different story. It's powerful stuff, reputed to sooth a woman's hormonal troubles. I made the mistake of taking a good sniff of it a couple of nights ago before I poured it in the pot of molten soap. I felt it in my brain and was wide awake almost to dawn. The next day at school was not easy. I have more respect for the herbal oils I use now. A long walk up the hill in the cloudy misty evening was delightful after being inside all day. Some desperate wailing coming from the woods led us to a fallen down tree with little Bubbafette, Fancy's male Nugora baby, stuck underneath. Thank goodness we took that walk. He was between two limbs of a big tree, unharmed. Not all animal debacles end so well around here. Will try to get up early tomorrow and do some sewing, which I adore, but have not had nearly as much time to do lately. Way down on totes, but getting up on soap.