The glove showed up briefly this morning on the foot of our bed. Note that this is on... not at, as on the floor near the bed. It then appeared on the bench. It is worse for wear. I will be getting new garden gloves. Miss Wiggle Bottom and Bob now both deny any knowledge of how this glove went missing in the first place. Let alone how the glove mysteriously made a brief appearance on our bed. I'm still betting that Miss Wiggle Bottom knows a lot more than she is admitting too.
Meanwhile, it is 98 degrees, windy, and I've spent the day in the studio that is only cooled via fan. The kiln is firing. There are experiments out there. Hopefully, I will have some interesting things tomorrow. Hopefully, they will not be too interesting.