
Got my census in the mail today, along with a letter last week telling me it was coming, and a postcard yesterday with a number to call if I needed help filling it out.
The squirrels in my yard are having a hay-day (no idea if that is how you spell that one, and I don't care to go look it up right this moment) with the warmer weather. They're all over chirping and squawking at each other. None of them wanted to pose for a picture, though, so here's some squirrels frolicking in the trees. Sometimes I wish I was a squirrel. At least then I wouldn't have to think about the pharmacokinetics of chronic renal disease.
After:
I told my husband, look at this amazing design. It must be some strange reflection from this kleenex box or something.