Thrush Bob

I'm not dead! Not much to report. Doing a lot better, overall, but the meds have left me really easily exhausted. That'll go away before long, I hope. Spent most of the week in bed, trying to start working again. New Hound is hired. And perhaps most excitingly, Thrush-Bob has finally returned! His fourth year in residence! Woo!

We were getting a little worried, but there he was, on the birdbath, looking fat and grumpy. "You're late," Kevin told him. He ignored this and glared at the mealworms.

So that's a good thing.