Gothmog and Rosie are currently cuddled in front of the fire together. I put out two dog beds, in case they didn't want to share, but they do. They are actually much more snuggled than this now, but this is a photo from the first time they did it, when Gothmog decided to chew Rosie a bit. I assume not too hard, since Rosie is a galaxy-class wimp and would certainly not lie there to be chewed if it hurt.
I think the presence of Gothmog is doing Rosie good. So far today she has eaten three large meals and has just got up to wowl at me to demand a fourth. And she's wagging a lot. This is very out of character, but also welcome!
I cut my hair this morning after just letting it grow for literally years (only a trim, but still). Something I'd started doing recently is to plait my hair into a style roughly based on that of the Elling Woman bog body, and I'd been surprised to find that I could more or less just loop the hair into place without needing pins or elastic or anything. Now, I find I can't do that any more! There seems to be something about having chopped the ends off with scissors that stops them from forming a shape that holds together. Hmph. This is an argument for being less tidy in future.