Quib discovers that the exercise room is full of useless things.

This is the face Quib makes

when you put him in the bowl of oranges.

There hasn't been much motivation for pictures lately.

But we are moving to a new apartment,

where there will be new inspiration for all of us.

Last night I watched Quib eat an apple.

Not the whole apple; he was really just interested

in the skin. He also ate the stem.

Sometimes juice would spray at his nose

and he would make a terrible face and sneeze.

I wanted to take a picture,

but the moment was too cozy to disrupt.

So I'll post this fuzzy glamour shot of him instead.

Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.

- Rainer Maria Rilke