I’m back in the office and, to celebrate, my foxes brought out their kits. I went running (literally) around the office letting my very dignified and very mature colleagues know. They in turn came running (literally) into my office and we all stood around ogling this chubby furry creature  scarfing up my bird seed.

There are four of them, I hear. I was at the physical therapist’s (durn!) when the other three came out for a viewing. There was evidently more running and more ogling.

You know, life is good. It’s hard to come back to the office after doing nothing that wasn’t fun for ten days. But baby foxes sure do grease the grooves!

And Alix, I’m afraid I don’t understand your comment on my last post. What does “starting out tabbed” mean? I’d really like to know. I’m trying to get a better understanding of the blogosphere.