Moving Target

The goal had been to take a picture of the little yellow bit of knitting.  See?

Yeah.  I know.  I hardly see it either.  I’m too busy being gobsmacked by Barry and his magical kitten magnatism.

Once you’re done making eyes with Barry, if you can bear to look away, you’ll see a wee bit of yellow in the bottom.  The knitting bit of that is all done, and I’m about to do the making up part of it.  Should be cool.

But not nearly as cool as Barry.  Because right now, nothing is as cool as Barry.