Perhaps I spoke too soon...

The wind is blowing out of the southwest and there is a winter weather advisory in the mountains. Do I hear the tinkling sounds of another Junuary coming?  I just really hope it doesn't stunt our tomatoes, we planted a few new black varieties and I really want to see them produce to their fullest. Oh well, got to love global weather chaos.
Anyway, the bug bites from two days ago sparked off a fibromylgia/flare episode. Mom and I are eyeing the new chair as the cause of the bites... it's going to get sprayed real soon with Raid.
In other news, my baby feral kitten Sheba(who is almost a year old by now..) escaped outside again. She has trouble with being scared and the more scared she is the more she doesn't recognize family. However she also doesn't know how to use the potty outside, which is what brought her in last time she got out. So she escaped outside today and we settled in to wait for her to miss her Tidy Cat. Around noon she pops into the house just behind Cosette. So now she seems to be able to come in when she wants know. Though who knows when the next time she is going out, because Sheba was passed out for the rest of the day and why anyone opened the door outside she went running like she was pursued by hounds.  I think she'll stay in for awhile..
Tonight's sketch is of one of the races/critters in my story. These are little weasel/reptile things called Cobalds. They are sort of the pack rats of the magical world. They love collecting anything 'shiny'. They also have a whole society built around trap making. If you make really good traps, you have status. If you fail to avoid traps on a regular basis, you status starts to take a hit.  If you fall in your own traps, you lose a lot more status. It's a fairly uncomplicated system.