Mostly, though, I've been asleep under the big chair. When Napper came home, I stretched and asked him how his day was. Then I followed him around because we usually take a nap together after a hard day of work. Instead, he changed clothes and went outside to work some more. Pshaw.
So, I crawled under the rocking chair next to my cat afghan (with the dangly string on it!) where I can watch Napper work and Treater cook.
That's where I am right now. I don't know what's going on this evening. I heard Napper ask Treater if it was okay to postpone (whatever that means) their special evening tomorrow until this weekend. He wants to finish working outside before the rain comes this week.