I was jolted out of bed last night because the dog started to bark. As I opened my eyes, I saw someone in my bedroom. The shadowy figure only caused our 9 pound guard dog, (a 2 year old shitz tsu named Dax) to bark even louder, not the regular bark, but the "I am going to rip you to shreds" bark (you may ask, where was Reggie our 27 pound lhasa apso during all this?--sound asleep) . Dax also leaped from the bed to chase the intruder, which caused the intruder to scream and run for the safety of her bed. Little did I realize that the intruder was actually MMT, who needed ibuprofen at 1:45 am. The moral of the story is this: I now know my yarn is safe at all times, Dax is willing (and in his mind able) to do whatever it takes to keep the family safe.
I managed to get to YD today to get my yarn for mittens, yet another project to add to the all ready long list of "knitting that needs to be done", but alas it is the end of the semester and my time needs to be spent grading papers, final exams and preparing for 150 new faces on Monday. This too shall pass and I will be back to my regular knitting schedule.