Bad news: one of the baby hedgehogs is dead. ::sigh::

It was to be expected; they are so young--too young to survive without a real mother. The other three are doing well, though, and that’s a consolation. And now that they’ve made it so long, they have a good chance of surviving. ::grin:: Oh, and a parrot bit me. Somebody walked in on Tuesday saying they have a stray parrot in their garage and would we mind taking care of it. Bjorn and I ventured to catch it, and we did--but the little bugger wasn’t cooperating at all... Oh, well. It will heal. ::wink::

Good news: I’m going diving tomorrow. Yay! First time in three years. It’s just a refresher in a pool, but still... I’m delighted. And I got an opinion from a good diving doctor that my medication shouldn’t interfere (at least if I don’t go too deep as I might be more susceptible to nitrogen narcosis). Great! I looked at the photos from Dahab--diving in the Red Sea, riding camels to get to some secluded places where no road would take you... Ah... I get all dreamy. I want to dive again!