Quoth the Raven

(sorry Edgar Allan - I simply had to do this).

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the tree's leafless branch just outside my bedroom door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the sun-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

The weather went from dull to pretty bad, so was pleased to get this done earlier today. This afternoon it's been wind and rain squalls. Not nice. So in a minute the knitting is coming out, the legs are being elevated, and television will be playing, and we'll be enjoying a nice hot cup of tea with a scone. How does that sound?