So we've been having adventures, Riff and I.

First "adventure" was her running away for a day and a night. Little bit scary.
Second? She fell behind the fridge. I had to move an incredibly heavy fridge on my own as she cried and howled. I think it was that burst of strength that mama's get when their offspring is in danger. (It's a biiiiig fridge.) I don't want to think what's next on the adventure list. [image]