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