Thanks to those who sent get well wishes via comments, email, etc. I am finally getting better, although I now seem to have (I guess . . . I've never had one before) a sinus infection. I don't feel bad physically, but I can't hear very well because my ears are all stopped up. At one point I lost my senses of taste and smell entirely for a few days, which means that despite getting to hold a wombat, I can't tell you what it smelled like, although I am assured by those who were there that a wombat does indeed have a unique and rather pungent odor.
Did you see what I did there? That's right -- I buried the lede. And I buried it good, y'all! Millie, a four-month-old wombat possessed of a calmness to rival that of the greatest zen master's, is featured prominently in tonight's set of photographs.
