Success is an odd critter.
The love child of squirrel and sloth.
A laggard that’s darn near impossible to catch.
Unless you’re me.
I grabbed the scoundrel by its flaunty tail this morning just by avoiding a pandemic-nervous stomach for the first time in days.
See? Simple.
Somebody gold star me while I give Squoth some kibble.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe
