graculus

There's such a significant resemblance to a moomin there, with the little belly and all... ;)

E.T.A. This is a creature that sleeps soundly enough for me to open the hutch door, close the hutch door and go upstairs for the digital camera, come downstairs again to the hutch, open the hutch door and then discover there's no life in the batteries, close the hutch door and go back upstairs for a set of replacement batteries, come back downstairs to the hutch again and she's still in exactly the same position.

Meanwhile, I've finally started writing again. This happens most years, that I get back from MW and for about a month I have zero motivation for writing anything and then I just want to write again. I've tentatively started on a Wild Wild West story for an upcoming zine whose deadline is early September and I'm also writing Ezra/Nathan even though myself and

praderwilli are probably the only people on here who care about that!

And this morning I'm off to have a significant amount of hair cut off, which I will be much relieved about if it stays warm here. I always put off having a haircut so that by the time I do, at least subconsciously, I really get my moneys worth but my hair is so thick that it's been annoying me all this week and we're well overdue...