Oh, crikey. I wish I was a neighbor of your friend Sharon!
I woke up to find a very sweet message from my son who is suffering from bronchitis again. (My fault. I grew up in the days when smoking was cool, and no one knew what it would do to a forming fetus.) The message was telling me how much he loved me, which he seldom says. It made my day!
I’m sure Sharon would let you hug her foster kittens if you were nearby.
I named the little brown bat “Angel.” I considered “Spectre,” but his face is too sweet for that.