On time, not a chance. Go me.
Crap weather, a lot of time indoors, crap light and too much going on to get the camera out much.
Tiny human still not dead – parenting success at its best.
First month I’ve not had a cold, but some other disease made me spend too much time on the porcelain throne for a week straight.
Work carries on in a reduced form. Life adjusts to a new potential pace.
Spring sprang.
