It is 4.30

It is 4.30 (or 16.30, if you will (I won't)) on this, the first day of my blog. The sky is slightly overcast, the wind rip-roars past the window like a gentle butterfly, and what of I?

Well, I am still here.
Zookeeper is still here.

I'd have thunk that when you put animals with their kin, rather than all mixed up with predators, they'd be happy. Instead, they pull a horrified face as if you've shown them a picture of a kitten being run over, then vanish.

Oh well. Such is life.