Apparently all I needed to do was update the blog: my Possum was born Saturday morning at 6 a.m., after two hours of labor. I dare not have another baby, lest I do so in under an hour and simply explode.

I think I’m going to call him Kit on the blog, like a baby fox, since the nurse who caught him announced that he is a redhead (time will tell!); he was 9 pounds 12 ounces at birth, and is managing the dubious trick of appearing simultaneously tiny and gigantic.

More posting very soon, just as soon as I stop walking into walls.