April 16, 2022: The universe seems to have intervened and delivered me my dog, in a classically unexpected and rather traumatizing way. Her arrival in my life has upped my spring revelry, and got me thinking about stewardship, so this week's mail went to the folks at Wombaroo, an Australian company that, among other things, makes milk replacers, like what this young orphaned wallaroo's slurping on. I can't remember where I heard about them, but believe it might have been through a doc I watched on taxidermy? The price of keeping a running list of love targets, without sources. (Photo c/o Oakland Zoo)