Picked out Lizard’s next bed. Bought shelves, which she worried wouldn’t fit in the van with her in it. It wasn’t actually a problem, but it was still funny to realize that she might have better foresight than her parents.
The expedition utterly exhausted poor Chinchilla. For the first time, I managed to get him inside, out of his coat and boots, and into his bed without waking him up.
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