Resurrection

I suppose resurrecting a blog requires one to write in said blog. Well, I seem to pick the worst times to be inspired to write and so I don't. Take now. I'm at work. I should be working. But I'm writing in my blog about how I should be working.

This weekend I discovered teeny tiny tadpoles in my African Clawed Frogs' tank (Tristan and Iseult). I rescued as many as I could. By Sunday that was about 8 or 10. My original plan was to let them eat their young, but the more I thought about the concept, the more I anthropomorphised it, and it just seemed wrong.

When I have more time and less pressure to look like I'm really working on work-related work, I will write about my handsome customer from the farmers market.