Hegel

I'm an auntie! Pat came over last night with a bag of groceries and a big cardboard box, containing a german phenomenologist. Named Hegel. Who is actually an adorable duckling.

Right now he's chirping at his own reflection in my bedroom - he's only twelve days old, you can't expect him to have completed the mirror-stage - and trying to jump into a green bag of old clothes. Last night we had some people over for a boozy dinner and a good half of the evening was devoted to cooing over Hegel, who kept falling asleep in people's hands and trying to climb over their shoulders. His silhouette is all fuzz. He's damn cute is what I'm trying to say.

There have been a few scary reminders over the last couple of days of the transience and unpredictability of life, and having a duckling follow you around and fall asleep in your shoes seems to be an excellent counterbalance to those shadowy, three-in-the-morning fears. I very much recommend you try it.