There was warmth everywhere (except outside, where it was raining buckets). It was beautiful.
Joe called.
It is quite safe to say they liked the cowl.
He has our undying gratitude forever, and his wife, too, for his descriptions of how she brings out the best in him; I have no doubt she thus played a part in how it all turned out.
I had knitted it in a motif and colors of the flames of small candles. May their light always so shine.