Turns out...I cannot.
The universe is giving me a sign that I'm making the right decision, because the selection of fellow patrons in the computer section today is...troublesome. Most days it is the same peoples, and they are quiet and polite and pretty much keep to themselves.
Today? Not so much.
I've got the "lovebirds" that are performing a soft porn play in three acts, the cell phone chatterer that is obviously not happy with decisions being made apropos to lunch, and a sullen teenager that is pounding the keys hard enough to rattle the floor.
I hate polite society. Back to the homestead I go.
(And can I just point out, for the record, that I attend my daily sessions at the library freshly bathed, with appropriate shoes on, and that I do NOT, under any circumstances, talk above a whisper? IT'S A LIBRARY PEOPLE! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE QUIET IN A LIBRARY !)
(So now I'M the one pounding the keyboard...)
Here's the progress on Royal Gardens. I managed to complete all of the Amadeus stitches while plowing through more of The West Wing last night after Aunt Chrissy had hit the hay. I think I had done a few Amadeus stitches before, but must say that these were real...pips:
Stewey found his little bed in the sun again, which makes me very happy. I am worried about the adjustment to our new roommates, but I think he's got the right idea...when in doubt...take a nap with your face in the sun.
Bosco, of course, is Bosco and has decided that he will spend his mornings on the ottoman. He doesn't like having his picture taken (unlike You Know Who), so he squints every time I try to get a decent shot of him:
Thank you, my dear friends for all of the kind and lovely things you have to say about me being a generous and accepting hostess and sister. If only it were all true....
We're hurtling headlong into the week, kids! Tonight is EGA South Bend at the Martin's and then I'm going to finish the week with some labwork and doctors' appointments for good measure. The sun is shining, the birds are sweetly tweeting, and I don't have one darn thing to complain about.
Life is beautiful, indeed!