…and little to no energy to say it.
Still fighting the good fight. I will write a coherent update later this week when I’m not feeling like I was run over by a (proverbial) horse.
Instead, here’s a very shiny critter after his bath on Friday. He was less cranky about the whole ordeal…probably because it was a million degrees out and he’s black:
|Plastic bags are only scary when waved wildly above my head…and even then I only get a snort and a “wtf” face out of him!|
|So very happy to have a real camera back…hope to test out the video feature soon!|