Someone moved the fox from the road by the time I got home. There wasn't even any sign of blood, so that means they got to her before someone could run her over and obliterate her corpse.
I don't know why, but this makes me happy. Some kind-hearted samaritan saw the same beauty I did and had the same thought. The fox is gone, but doesn't have to suffer the indignity of being battered on the pavement.
I know if I were in that position, it would've been my hope as well.
We found a new sushi place, Mino, out near the only thai restaurant in the area. It's very good stuff, with the usual offerings of teriyaki and tempura. But they also have yaki soba and udon, along with katsu, and it was all pretty good. We had a tuna roll there and though it was simply, it was really good. We'll have to go there for sushi night one evening and give it a shot.
I'm stuck on the sock. Turning the heel, the part I hear everyone complain about, has struck. They seem to think I understand what "knitting over the hole" means, when there is no obvious hole. I'll have to dig up some videos on YouTube.
The Korean mink blanket proved itself handily by keeping me blazing warm downstairs. Enough so that it caused me to fall asleep for the better part of 3 hours after we got home. It was super fuzzy. A good purchase, all in all.
Bedtime now, methinks. It's almost 5 am. Im' not sure why I'm still coherent.