For what seemed the longest time (including the six weeks in the hospital), I was haunted by the suspicion that, in getting my blog back on track, I was forgetting something that I ought to remember.
If you’ve had chemotherapy, you’ve probably heard of “chemo brain”–the patient’s inability (temporarily!) to remember ordinary things that are regular features of his or her life. Supposedly all those memories come trickling back, bit by bit.
My “Eureka!” moment came last night. “Oh, that’s what I’ve kept forgetting–my critter video. All these days without one!”
So all right, here’s a critter video: a mother tapir and her baby, only ten days old, already trying to drum up some zoomies. When I was a little boy I just loved tapirs, and wished I could’ve had one for a pet. They’re kind of like rhinos with easy tempers and no horns.
And they, like us, are the work of God’s hands.