Scheduling this to go out later in the day after writing it in the morning might have interesting effects in these times. We shall see.
Look, I don't really have anything to say yesterday. Approximately 90,000 things happened yesterday and so my brain was in a constant ping-pong state all night.
UK politics would be deeply funny, in a schadenfreude-laden way, if the outputs and outcomes for real people weren't so bloody bad. But still, hopefully the other clown shoe finally drops soon.
Yesterday was also a weird confluence of animal interventions. We've been hunting our favourite pigeon since Saturday, as she had a strung foot. We managed to grab her and sort it at last, and as a bonus, she doesn't hate us now. We also saw a grounded pigeon on the way to an event and had to divert to get it to a rehabber. (It's upsetting seeing them on the ground at night -- they can't get home and they're just huddling and hoping.) And then we had to try to keep two dogs from cornering a baby fox.
Our 'idiot fish' in the quarrantine tank doesn't seem to be learning how to float any better, either.
The title of this blog seems a little appropriate now that it's 70% about animals. Oh well.