Swift sadness

So much occuring, so much fun, such excellent friends!

All this must wait for my return to report more fully. For now, I commandeer my good chums' pc to record for myself a tiny sorrow. Tux, nattiest of gerbils (a black gentleman with white bib, spats and cuffs) died this morning, curled up in his little nest asleep.

Joy must wait a little. RIP Tux.