He looks good. I think he got exactly the right dose of insulin.
On the other hand. Richard and I are beside ourselves with exhaustion.
Richard is sleeping and I have a migraine – not the worst migraine in history… but enough to make me feel rather delicate.
Not that I really care about my head of course. The main thing is Mozz is alive and looks okay. I could be missing a leg right now and probably wouldn’t notice.