…to where it came from.

Cold and windy, and on top of that, a squirrel got into my planted, but un-sprouted, hazel seeds. The thief found them edible, which may mean that they are viable, but if he got them all, I’ll never know. Rats, is all I can say.

Pax to the vet today for his annual checkup. Pax does not like veterinary services, and when we get within half a mile of this practice he begins to freak out. But, the virus has improved things in this regard, and now we’ve got something like drive-thru medicine. Park in the lot, call in, tech comes out with a calming kerchief for the dog, tech takes dog in, tech brings dog back out, vet calls with with report, and then secretary takes down credit card info. This is better than the old way.