Because this one's not about keyboards. This may become its own blog.
Life's in an uproar with the arrival of an infant, nay embryonic squirrel last evening in the mouth of my cat. It's still alive.
Can you fathom what it's taken to keep this barely post-zygote breathing?
Sleepless night and now, nights.
But if God sees the little sparrow fall, how can a little squirrel fall and no one take heed?
Thank-you for sending good thoughts on behalf of this small creature.